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𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿|𝖠𝗓𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖺 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗌

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Azalea Evens, a girl most would call lucky, or at least that's what they thought. Why? You may ask. Well, because she has the famous Harry Potter chasing after her.

Lucky right, wrong.

They say it's a blessing, she says it's a curse. It's not like she enjoyed him chasing after her like others thought she did, if anything she wished he'd bugger off and leave her alone.

It's a girls, and some boys, dream to have the green eyed boy chasing after them. To her, it was an absolute, complete nightmare she hoped she'd wake up from, every single day as she woke from her 'beauty sleep', is what she liked to call it.

Although she found it to be quite annoying, her friends found it quite amusing, much like the Professors do.

Everyone sees them as Lily and James. Pretty, caring, Red hair, smart, Gryffindor, but hazel eyes. Dark, messy hair, stubborn, cocky, Gryffindor, but green eyes.

As much as people (Romalda Vane) would hate to admit it, they would be cute together, and reminded them so much of the two lovers who once attended Hogwarts, and now raise a boy whose the spitting image of his father, well maybe not the eyes, but you get the gist.

It was the same routine fer her every single morning. She'd wake up, head to the great hall, where Harry would wait for her at her usual spot and wait for her to enter, then greet her with a goofy smile, compliment her and tell her how beautiful she .

She'd tell him to piss off and go bug someone else, or she'd shove her wand up his-

You get the point.

She really didn't understand why he couldn't just go and bother someone else. There are many pretty girls at Hogwarts, the patel twins for example. She thought that after two years he'd leave her alone.

She should've known better, after all his dad is James Potter, and he was determined to get the girl of his dreams to be his, like his dad did for his mum.

When James and Lily Potter first spotted their son looking at the small redhead, who was hugging her mother's goodbye, they knew she'd be in for on hell off a ride, with a Potter chasing after her.

"Behave this year Harry." Lily said and tried smoothing out his hair, which he inherited from his father. "And don't give Mcgonagall a hard time, it's bad enough that she had to deal with you father, and now the Weasley twins." She sighed and kissed the side of his head.

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