Prologue: emerald eyes

Before opening the door to the class room, he paused catching his breath, and calming his nerves. Her son was in there. What would he do if he had to face those emerald eyes again?

He could remember the last time she'd looked at him. As they always had, those eyes held pity, and defiance but there had been something there the very last time he'd seen her eyes, something he'd put there. Helplessness.

Memory one: Pink

"POTTER!" Everyone in the great hall burst into laughter as Lily Evans stormed in to the great hall, her famous red hair dyed pink, by James' latest prank.

"Yes, my flower?"

"I WILL KILL YOU. YOU AND YOUR PARENTS AND YOUR SIBLINGS AND YOUR, YOUR CATS! YES I WILL KILL YOUR CATS POTTER!"

"A wee bit violent, don't you think Lily." Said James wincing.

"VIOLENT! I'LL GIVE YOU VIOLENT, POTTER!" she yelled, before whipping out her wand and brandishing it at him.

For the second time that morning the great hall shook with laughter. Even James laughed. He couldn't help it, it was funny. And so it was.

Everything about James Harold Potter, from his eye color to his toenails and his hair to his shoe laces, were bright magenta pink.

Like Lily's hair is right now, he thought bemusedly to himself from the other side of the room. Back across the great vastness of the sea of students was a giggling Lily and a nearly hysterically laughing James, trading insults as Remus Lupin returned them to their original colorings. Only the watcher on the other side of the room and a few very bright Ravenclaw seventh and sixth years see what is not spoken or even believed. The fourth year quditch star and the fire-headed book worm...