Free
He found her sitting on the banks of the lake, dipping her toes into the gently lapping ripples.
Her long red hair was pulled out of it's usual ponytail, allowing it to whip freely around her face.
She was gently rolling her shoulders back and forth, as if trying to work out a few kinks.
After sighing softly, he watched as her lips slowly worked their way into a radiant smile, parting to grant a bright laugh to escape.
All of a sudden, she shot up from her spot and splashed around in the shallows, laughing and jumping as if her life depended on it.
He'd never seen her be so truly free.
It was in that moment, as she flopped back down amongst her discarded shoes and stockings, that James Potter knew he would marry her someday.
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