"a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone"
chapter ten;
james sirius potter
&& really,
his life was decided
for him
at age
three
.
the very moment
his father put james
on a
r-e-a-l
broom.
.
the air whipped
around,
and sweetheart,
he fell
in
l
o
v
e
.
the air was where
mr. james sirius
b-e-l-o-n-g-e-d.
.
childhood passed
in a fit
of
quidditch games
sibling fights
and
lizzie wood's yells.
.
and then
he came to hogwarts,
and became
a
hero
(at quidditch)
.
and it was great.
.
he forgot
the feeling of
freedom
and
f-e-l-l in
love with
the
fame.
.
and after
school-
it all got worse, sweetheart.
.
with his
brownbrown eyes
trained
on fame and glory,
james needed
some(one)thing
to bring
him
back down
to
earth
.
and all it took
was a
pretty little girl
who was a bit
in love
with quidditch
and air
and freedom
.
to make him
r
e
m
e
m
b
e
r
that he loved that
too.
(and that pretty little girl, darling.)