"Look!" I pointed. A boy with a rather fluffy looking owl was walking with his parents. His hair appeared as if he had just gotten out of bed and he didn't even bother to set a comb through it. Actually, from the impression he was giving me, I couldn't help but think that he might not own a comb at all. Silver rimmed glasses were perched on his nose and he had a smile that could easily brighten up all of London...

"NO!" I screamed, waking up, shaking, and sobbing. Daniel was dead. Again. And this time it was even worse -- I didn't even see what happened. There was no way I could've saved him.

"You know exactly who I'm talking about," James said seriously. The shadow from the morning sun made him look unusually eerie. "She's the girl you are at heart, and the girl you love to be. The girl who loves to talk and laugh. The girl who loves to wear bright colors - not just black - and isn't afraid to sing her heart out to her friends. I can see glimpses of her in you when you laugh. Let her loose." James got up and gave me a soft smile. "She's waiting to be freed."

"Lily," Potter said pleasantly, leaning down so that his nose just about touched mine. "Don't you understand? I don't want to go to Hogsmeade with anyone else. I don't want anyone else, period. I want you." With that he kissed me gently on the forehead, tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, and walked away with a smirk, leaving me struck.

Lily: It was in that moment that I had decided that if my heart was to be broken -- truly broken and shattered into a million pieces, there was only one person who I would give that opportunity to. And that was James.