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Pairing: Lily Luna Potter/Lysander Scamander
Quotes: "I liked you because you were different, but I loved you because you stayed that way."
"But that wasn't a love potion. It was lemonade."
"NO! Bad! Don't touch that!"

Written for Zombie Reine's "I Miss You" Challenge

I just don't understand it. You've never kept secrets from me before. Why now?

"It's personal business," you said. "Honestly, Lily, it has nothing to do with you." Right. I'll believe that when you find that Crumple-Horned Snorkack you're always talking about. I must have done something really bad this time, something that made you leave.

I wish you were here. I miss you. I miss hearing about Wrackspurts and Nargles and all those other ridiculous creatures. I miss the way you could make me laugh, even on my worst day. Your blunt honesty and endless imagination was a refreshing change of pace from my usual group of friends. I guess that's why I spent so much time with you; I liked you because you were different, but I loved you because you stayed that way.

Yes, I said 'loved.' When did it happen, you ask? Do you remember the time I thought I'd accidentally drunk Amortentia? I don't know why, but I fell for you. Hard. I tried to avoid you for an entire week. Then when you finally caught me and asked why I was acting so weird, and I told you….

"But that wasn't a love potion. It was lemonade," you said simply, as if what I was suddenly feeling meant nothing.

I guess I should've expected that reaction, though; you've always been a bit odd, since the day I met you. We were both three, and your mum had brought you and Lorcan over when she came to visit my parents. You retreated to the backyard with some odd little creature you had in a cage. I followed and tried to get a look at it, but you noticed.

"NO," you shouted, slapping my hand away as my fingers brushed the latch on the cage. "Bad! Don't touch that!"

Of course, I got mad and we fought. Then, all of a sudden, in the middle of the argument, you stopped and stared at the cage.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

You suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the area, your eyes never leaving that spot.

"Quiet," you whispered. "The Nargle escaped."

I looked down at the cage, and, sure enough, the tiny creature was missing. Of course, now I know it wasn't a Nargle—it was just a rather unusual looking gnome—but at the time, I was a bit scared. But we managed to catch the 'Nargle,' and we've been friends ever since.

Or, at least, we had been friends ever since. Then you left, and now I… I just don't know. I wish you would come back. I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry.

Please, Lysander, come back.