july 17th, 1975.

if this is my heartache, then let it be mine to endure.
permit me to feel it's entirety.
don't tell me how much of you I should love.
for I would break the restrictions quite easily.
you're on my mind all day, and my full brown eyes betray my cover of being 'just friends.'
I wonder if you can feel my gaze, screening over your tensed shoulders, tawny skin, in comparison to my bone white complexion.
like black and white, shadows and the light, and the sun and moon, we were contradicting, but we fit.
to bad it was only platonically.
but the most striking detail was your hazel eyes. they were closer to brown than anything, yet they were decorated with hues of peacock greens, and gold rimmed. everyone could easily see each nook and cranny where they could see you, for who you were.
see, everyone could see that you were the handsome, charming golden boy.
and you could read everyone and lift them up to be celestial.
even so, there was one person you could not.

to james potter: fuck you and your blind eye.

ERIENNE MONET WAS AN ABSOLUTE MYSTERY. If you asked around the school to tell you who she was, everyone could do it with ease and point to the raven haired beauty. She lit up the halls and everyone stared as she went carefree with a worn out tape recorder, clutched in her porcelain hands, yet would bloom in pink from the action. But if you inquired about something other than her relentless hobby of recording who knows what, they could not tell you. And like any other quiet person, that's what she preferred. She was full of secrets and that inked tape recorder held every single one of them.

She spent her passing periods in her dorm, writing songs, and reciting poetry. She would gather the ivory and elegant patterned pillows and start to let her mind wander. She would look around and let her mouth run, with metaphors of suffering romance, a newfound cut on her finger, and even the chasing of a moth. During the summer, she indulged in other creative artistry with her single father and absolutely enjoyed her life. Sometimes, she would even create mixtapes and balladry through the night, awe inspired by the idea of moths, fireflies, and night time lovers. Erienne was truly a diamond.

But like any gemstone, she could be broken in contact with a double.

JAMES POTTER WAS THE OTHER DIAMOND. Everyone knew him and he was the ideal student at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If you got close enough, you could taste the balance of his mischievous and boyish sense, even though he was seventeen. In comparison to the sweet loving, responsible side. (But we all know this wouldn't be here without Remus and Erienne.) He was talented in everything, from quidditch to cosmic pranks. This wizard was great yes, yet he had a cut caused by the erosion of Lily Evans.

The fiery headed (both metaphorically and literally) would always reject him, no matter how many times he pleaded and preformed astonishing romantic feats, no matter how many times he hexed the pure blood supremacists, or the countless times he had spent ignoring Erienne, Sirius, Peter, and Remus. Everytime, the answer was 'no'. You think the wizard would get the hint? Perhaps it couldn't survive the mane of onyx locks.

EITHER WAY, HE HAD A BLIND SPOT WITH ROMANCE. Perhaps this is what had drawn her to him. A newfound passion became a friend, someone she hadn't had in five years because of the concept of trust. Erienne had a gang of marauders and she would sacrifice anything for them. Until, this platonic energy between the two had evolved into a fizzling chemistry. And she was fighting her every urge to fall, to her misery metaphorically rather than trip. But even he can't deny the attraction that draws her scarred heart to his.

WILL SHE HEAL HIS BLIND EYE? (and will they let each other?)

COURTNEY EATON ━━ erienne monet.

DEV PATEL ━━ james potter

with

SIRIUS BLACK. . . ben barnes

REMUS LUPIN. . . andrew garfield

PETER PETTIGREW. . . dane dehaan

LILY EVANS. . . abby cowen

MARLENE MCKINNON. . . vic de angelis

ALICE FORETSCUE. . . carey mulligan

SEVERUS SNAPE. . . louis garrel

FRANK LONGBOTTOM. . . tom holland

DORCAS MEADOWES. . . sofia bryant

REMI HUGHES. . . saoirse ronan

NASR  ABBAS. . . young! mena massoud

AMOS DIGGORY. . . gregg sulkin

CELESTE RODRIGUEZ. . . andreja pejić

&& the rest as described !

WARNINGS !
contains profanity. TW: underage drinking, smoking, mentions of death, death of a parent, major violence, etc. etc.
if you are sensitive to any of the topics above, i advise you to stop reading.

CREDITS !
the characters and main events do not belong to me, they are all written by rowling. although my oc's, plot, and this book is mine. cover by myself.

DEDICATIONS !
this is dedicated to absolute angels. ily guys so much.

-faeriegardens kylespencerslover marleneskisses ficusplant evcrmcre silvcrsouls arrogantgod vestalwitch pixiebae111 dracopions beggingforfootnotes -manifest- thisisnotafamilyshow

LAYOUT !
scrolling mode.
black background.
hoefler text.
smallest font.

NOTES !
what is this book anymore?

started . . . November 21, 2020
ended . . . tbd.

PRESENTING

TABLE OF CONTENTS !
< will be updated as chapters are published >

INTRODUCTION CHAPTERS :
blind eye.
contents of the tape recorder
prologue - the same forest.

ACT ONE :
act one. . . fragile affection
     01 - the sorrow we knew ( would come ) .
02 - the back compartment.