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a james potter love story
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JULY 7, 1989
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𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱,
𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝔂, 𝓷𝓸𝔀.
𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓾𝓼
THAT WAS ALL that was written in the small peice of parchment that Dobby had brought for Lilith. Shit... this can be good was all she thought before leaving her room.
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LILITH KNOCKED thrice on his study door and awaited his call to let her come in.
"Come in, Lilith." He called out. She opens the door and walks in. "Um.. what is it? If it's about school, I had nothing to do with it." Lilith tries to joke but immediately stops when she sees the serious look on her brother's face. "It's about.... just sit down, let me explain." He says softly.
Lilith furrows her eyebrows but sits down anyway. "Love, you know how I was... you know what I'm not going to make myself seem good, I was and still am a death eater. And while the Dark Lord was still here, he told me that you were to be married off to his son, Mattheo. He is the same age as you and overall a good person-" Lucius tries to convince.
"He's a slimy git, that's what he is. He's immature and a jerk." Lilith interrupts. "I'm not marrying him." She shakes her head in disagreement. "Lilith, you have to. I'm not asking for your opinion on Mattheo." Lucius snaps. Lilith was caught off guard and flinches. "I'm sorry, love, but you have to. Now, I need to get back to work. You may leave now.
"Lucius, please," Lilith whispers to him. "Please don't make me marry him. Please, you promised." She says with tears briming her eyes.
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MAY 25, 1985
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"BUB? You know how you and Cissa had to get married? Will you make me marry someone?" 10-year-old Lilith asked her big brother as they sat on a picnic blanket watching Narcissa chasing little draco. Lucius hesitated for a moment. "No, I won't make you have an arranged marriage, jel- Lilith." Lucius says. She's not a child anymore, stop calling her that. He thinks to himself. "Pinky promise?" Lilith whispered with her hand out. "Pinky Promise." Lucius confirmed and wrapped his pinky around hers.
