Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters……
A/n: So, this story will mainly be a bunch of one-shots put together about different people from the HP Canon. As I'll most probably say in the end author's note, it's for the Crayola Colors Challenge and each chapter will circle around one particular color. If you hadn't already noticed, the color for this chap is blue. Just blue with no specifications. So, there you go!
Chapter 1: The disquieting shade of blue
She feared the sky. The encompassing blue mass of it seemed to swallow her up. It seemed to her to be a worser stalker than James Potter himself.
The streaks of grey and orange did nothing to erase her fear for it.
To her, the sky will always be unfathomably blue, and inexplicably frightening.
She never told any one this. And now, you'd have been expecting a proclamation of the exception, right?
For, what was a seventeen year old girl's life, if not a weird and jumbled mass of clichés and controversies?
In this specified case though, you needn't travel the length of the earth, or even its depth for that matter, to find the exception.
You only have to stand beside her, or sit as she was if you wanted to be secretive, in the stands, and watch the sky that had just one blemish.
To her, he appeared like a black spot in a piece of pure white paper.
An island amidst the swirling mass of sea.
Defying the laws of nature and screaming out to the world that he wasn't just every body else.
But, to the normal eye, it would seem like just flying.
To the trained eyes of Lily Evans, though, it wasn't just flight. Because she knew. He had told her. That day that they had foolishly thought they could be friends. That flying gave him a sense of belonging some where. Of having a companion. No matter whether it was the scorching sun, or the twinkling moon or the elusive moon. Even the splattering rain or the hindering snow.
In the happiness of having gained a new friend, eleven year old Lily had confessed her own deepest fear to James Potter. Making herself vulnerable.
Though he had never exploited them, she still felt uncomfortable knowing that he'd be the only person who'd understand when she refused to alight a broom, when she refused to go for a walk during the evenings.
As soon as he set foot on the ground, she stood up from her place on the stands. He'd know she had been there any way. James Potter had a way of knowing things about her that baffled her.
Today has to be the day
"James"
"Lily?" His voice was surprised, though she knew that he had probably known she had been there for Lord knew how long. The few extra Wronsky feints were proof enough of that.
Courtesy. James Potter was the epitome of it.
"Yes James. We have patrols in an hour. I just came to remind you"
Another wasted attempt
"I'll be there Lily. Same time?"
"Same time. Same place"
As she turned to leave, a hand caught her wrist. The hold wasn't tight enough to hurt or even make her stay.
But, it was enough to make her heart stop.
Her face was a mask when she turned around to face him. There were only two other times when he had caught her hand like that.
One had been to tell her that he hated her from the very core of his heart.
Ironically, the other had been to tell her that he was utterly and irretrievably in love with her. And that he'd wait for her even if it took him his entire life time.
And she had reciprocated the feeling. She just had never gotten up the courage to up and do it.
She knew that a mere gesture, even a batting of an eyelash would be answer enough for him, but she postponed, often wondering in the middle of the night, a question many had asked themselves……..Had the Sorting Hat been right in placing me?
But now her heart beat erratically, in anticipation of what he'd say to her. Her face must have betrayed her emotions; her doe shaped eye revealing her anticipation, for his voice was comforting when he called her name.
"Lily?"
"Yes, James?"
"Why do you hate blue?"
"The sky. It's scary"
"May be you just never gave it a chance. May be it is waiting for you to take the first step"
"Why can't the sky do that?" Lily asked, knowing that they had long since moved from the topic of her fear of blue skies.
"May be he is afraid too. Afraid that he won't be good enough for you"
"May be if he tried again, the answer might be different"
She was in his arms now, but she had no recollection of moving towards him.
"Lily, will you go out with me?"
"Yes?"
"You sound doubtful?" James' voice was once more the merry sound that made her day just that much brighter.
"Depends on what you're planning for it. I'm not going to break any rules"
It was as natural as discussing Head Duties. As if they had done this all their lives.
"That takes the fun out of it, but, may be I could convince you later. I think we have rounds to go to?" James changed the subject before she could argue further.
"Could you do me a favor?"
"What is it?"
"Could you….teach me flying?"
"I thought you hated the sky, and flying?"
"I thought I hated you, and look were I am"
"If you're sure"
As they flew in the sky, the blue appeared to her to be, not terrifying, but serene, as if it had done its job and was content with sitting back and watching the results.
And the thought of loving James Potter didn't seem alarming to her any longer. Just natural. As the serene blue sky and the clear blue water of the lake they were flying over.
A/n: Hey there every one! I'm currently writing this one for the Crayola Colors Challenge. This absolutely doesn't mean that I won't be updating my other stories!
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