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Dear Reader,
This is not an action story. This is not a rough, gritty, edging the line sort of story. This isn't about my dad or anything he's done. This is about his children and what they have done in a world that will never be safe and perfect. This may or may not inspire you and maybe it was meant to. Or maybe it wasn't. I don't know what this story is supposed to tell you exactly. Maybe you're wasting your time. But, I'm going to tell you about my experiences in life and my parents, siblings, cousins, and wife have agreed to share as well. If you're still not sure of what you might find in the following pages, it's a compiled story of life, loss, giving, taking, friendship, hatred, trust, and betrayal. Most importantly, though, this is a love story. If I've learned anything, it's what love can do to people. It can tear them apart, but if anything, it can bring them together against all odds. I hope you can walk away feeling that I haven't wasted your time. If you do, I apologize in advance and I would have a Time Turner handy for just such an event, but my Dad and Aunt Hermione have smashed them all, so go thank them.
James Sirius Potter II
PS I’ve always thought life was a lot like a chess game. You look out over your pieces, knowing their strengths and weaknesses, and you play to win. Every game is different and not everyone wins, but every successful move is a small victory. Every day we survive is another triumph over someone else. Some win in ten moves, some drag on for hundreds. But, when you know it’s only your king and another’s, nothing matters more than your survival. Because, after the last move, all that matters is how you played the game.