“Grandma? Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” I blurted out. I did not even blush. I was at that age where I said everything and anything on my mind without thinking of the consequences. I did not even feel scared. After all, I was five years old, and five year olds believe anything and everything….even ghosts.

“Lily Evans, I presume?” She said. I gave a nod in confirmation, and, finally showing some sign of being a witch, she took out her wand and shrank my trunks to a size where it was easy to pick them up. We each grabbed one and walked to her house in silence. At last, when we arrived, I stared at it for a moment.

“Look Potter, I honestly don’t have the energy or effort right now to deal with you. I have enough of it at school and since we’re living in the same house, I suggest a truce. You’ll leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone. That means no flirting, no bothering me, nothing like that. Deal?” I told him. I felt kind of bad for bringing it up since he was looking a little worried, but I figured it was best to talk about it now.

"You should know, Evans, that I don't think Mum would approve of any midnight trysts in my room," were James's first words to me when he opened his bedroom door.