Title: Love, Death and Immortality

Character(s)/Pairing: James. P + Lily. E/P

Summary: Lily wished for him to disappear - and now he has. From everyone else but her. Now a ghost, James Potter must learn that sometimes to grow up you need to distance yourself from the things that matter.

Notes: Hmm... well I really don't know where this is going to be going - or do I? It's a mystery, and I'm going to often change from between Lily and James' POV. I joined the 'Spiritual Competition' which helped me come up with this. Psst... I'm also adding this to the 'If you dare...' challenge too! Hope you like!

Warning: Includes cursing - yes I mean bad language.

Chapter One

Lily Evans let out an aggravated sigh as she stormed into the sixth year girl's dormitory. She was sick and tired of James Bloody Potter fawning over her all the time. She was also irritated at that he always asked her out when they saw one another - and most importantly, she despised that he was so arrogant and... and mean!

The first thing she did when she stood in the middle of the dormitory, was let out a small stressed scream. She hated that such an immature boy was always bugging her.

in fact Lily thought I don't just hate him - I look down on him with disdain.

Slowly, Lily walked into the shower room, turning the shower on as she slumped down the wall in a fit of was all James Potter's fault, she mused as the shower head send a cascade of water crashing down Lily's shoulders. She just didn't understand why Potter had to ruin everything.

"I wish he would just disappear," She sobbed, drenched from the water that was soaking through her clothing, "I wish that he would just vanish from the world!"

Lily stayed there, for several minutes - minutes that soon turned into hours - trying to father her thoughts and emotions before standing up shakily. Ignoring the light-headed feeling she felt, she stepped out of the shower cubicle, reaching for her wand with prune-like fingers. With a brisk flick of her wrist, she dried herself off, inhaling deeply.

"He's not going to get to you," Lily told herself, as she blinked away any tears that remained in her eyes.

Carefully she slipped on her slippers, before walking back into the dormitory, to where her best friends sat patiently waiting for her. Lily smiled weakly at them, as she grabbed her hair brush from the side by her bed. Running it through her long red curls, she noticed briefly that one of her best friends, Marlene McKinnon was looking at her with an expression that could only be described as pity.

Lily didn't mention to her friends how she didn't want their pity - but she wished instantly that she had. She didn't want to take it out on them though, after all they weren't in the wrong - Potter was.

And she'd be damned if she started taking her anger and sorrow out on other people.

James hated sunlight.

Maybe that was being dramatic - but well, he really wasn't a morning person. That was why when his alarm clock starting ringing he groaned. Who's smart idea had it been to buy an alarm clock anyway? None of the marauders liked waking early...

Slowly, eyes still closed he rolled over on his stomach, and reached out to turn off the damned alarm. He could already hear Sirius muttering death threats to the alarm, and Remus sighing. The alarm clock wasn't in its usual place, and immediately he sighed, ignoring Sirius' shout of,

"For crying out loud Prongs, turn off that fucking clock or I will kill someone!"

James opened his eyes slowly, blinking away sleep and sunlight that tried to burn his eyes, before frowning.

"What kind of joke is this you guys?" He asked with furrowed brows, as he looked at the surrounding room. It all seemed so different as he looked from the perspective he was laying. James quickly turned his head to where the alarm clock was still bleeping in a high shriek, realising that his hand was in the middle of the clock.

He let out a shriek himself, as he jumped up out of shock.

Looking down, he realised that his knee's weren't visible from beneath his bed. Was James no longer reality?

"Come on you guys - this isn't funny!"

"Prongs for fuck sake just turn the freaking clock off - or throw it out of the window. Stop the noise!" Sirius shouted, completely oblivious to James' voice. James looked over at where Remus' bed was, where the werewolf was sitting blinking profoundly.

"He's not there Pads," Remus muttered, as he brushed a strand of his hair away from his eyes. It seemed as if he couldn't see James at all. With tense shoulders, James took a step away from his bed, into the middle of the dormitory.

"Moony?" He asked slowly, running a hand through his hair. It seemed that he no longer existed. He turned quietly, to where Sirius and Peter sat, their duvet keeping them warm from the cold november air, "Pads? Wormy?"

The three looked right through him, as if he wasn't standing where he was. But James refused to believe that they weren't pulling a trick on him. Immediately, James rushed over to the door, trying to open the door - It wouldn't open.

When he made to grasp the handle - his hand went straight through it. Cautiously, James lifted his hand and went to touch the door. The solid feel of wood didn't reach his finger tips, and taking a step forwards, James found himself walking straight through the door.

Down in the common room, he looked around at all the first years, before walking over to Evans' friend Alive Prewett saying,

"Hey Alice - what's up?"

When Alice didn't respond, James found himself shocked slightly. Within seconds though, he tried to convince himself that he was real - but when he let out a shout, he found that it seemed he just wasn't... was this what people meant when they called him and the other Marauder's an anomaly?

James shook his head - that wasn't the correct context.

"Holy mother of Merlin..." He whispered, as a student walked straight through him, "I'm not here."

James' eyes widened from both fright and shock.

"I'm not here - shit."