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Tasteful Rebellion

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It was a late autumn afternoon when James received the letter.

The colored leaves were falling from the trees, spreading out into the street and falling in piles on the front lawn. The only sound was the clanking of the spoon against the cup as Lily made some tea downstairs.

James had noticed the owl before it had tapped on the window, so he regretfully crossed the room and opened the window, letting a gust of cool air come in and cause him to shiver in his thin shirt.

He unwrapped the letter, and he barely had the string off from around it’s foot when it flew away, not even bothering to ask for anything.

James furrowed his eyebrows, frowning as he closed the window again, heading towards the edge of the bed to open the letter.

He flipped it over and his heart nearly stopped.

James Potter was scribbled neatly in the center of the envelope, in the oh so familiar handwriting that caused an ache in his heart.

James took a deep breath, quickly glancing towards the doorway to see if Lily was anywhere near. From the sounds of it, she was still downstairs, record now playing softly.

He swallowed thickly, before opening the letter with shaky hands, dreading what was inside, not wanting to believe one of his worst nightmares was about to come true.

Was this the reason he had been today? Was this the reason for the sick feeling he had in his gut since he woke this morning? 

James didn’t even want to consider the possibility.

Taking another shaky breath, he forced himself to unravel the letter and begin to read, despite his mind screaming not too, and the distant noises Lily was making seemingly all too loud for his distance away.

Dear James Potter,

I know I shall be dead long before you read this…...