A/N: This is my first fanfic ever so please don't be too harsh! :) I would love reviews!
Disclaimer: JKR owns "Harry Potter."
Odd
When Lily Evans was eleven years old, James Potter started calling her "Evans." She hated it. She hated how superior it made him sound… as though he were a teacher and she was his student. She didn't understand why, when everyone else called her by her actual name, James Potter would not.
"'Morning, Evans."
Lily glared. "I've told you a million times – my name is Lily!"
James smirked. "Yeah, I know, Evans."
Lily gaped at him, unable to comprehend how one boy could be so utterly infuriating.
When Lily Evans was thirteen years old, James Potter called her pretty. Whilst many girls would have been delighted by such an occurrence, Lily was neither flattered nor affected in any way. In fact, she was scandalized.
"What did you just say?"
"I –" James swallowed. "I – you –"
Lily narrowed her eyes at him before sweeping away.
When Lily Evans was fifteen years old, James Potter made her cry by telling the entire school that the reason Lily had missed a month of studies was because she'd been recovering from a contagious disease, when in fact it had been because of her mother's passing.
"Are you – crying?"
"Shove it, Potter."
"Hey, I didn't mean –"
"I said to shove it, Potter."
"Hey –"
He didn't even see the jinx coming.
When Lily Evans was seventeen years old, James Potter became her boyfriend. Six years of hate, bickering, and downright agony were forgiven. Lily Evans finally saw James Potter for who he was – brave, loving, and fiercely loyal.
"Have a great summer, Lily."
"You too, James."
James grinned at her, and Lily leaned up to give him a kiss.
"I'll see you, won't I?" Lily asked.
"I think the real question is whether there'll ever be a day in which you won't see me."
When Lily Evans was nineteen years old, she married James Potter in a simple ceremony at Godric's Hollow. Sirius was best man. Alice was maid-of-honor. And fifty jubilant well-wishers attended the event.
"Well, it looks you're officially a Potter now."
"It looks like you're officially drunk now," Lily countered, raising her eyebrows at James, who was holding unsteadily to a nearby chair. She giggled, pulling him into a hug. "How much have you had to drink?"
"Eh," James waved his hand, kissing Lily's cheek. "Just a couple Firewhiskeys."
Lily shook her head. "More like a couple hundred."
When Lily Potter was twenty-one years old, she heard her husband being murdered. She saw her own life flash before her eyes. And then, she saw nothing. Until …
"Lily?"
Lily blinked, opening her eyes. "James?"
"Lily!" James sounded both furious and astonished. "What are you doing here?"
Lily sat up, staring around. Her surroundings seemed unfamiliar at first. But upon closer examination, she realized that she was standing in the Gryffindor common room. Only it was much larger, much brighter, and much warmer.
"James," Lily's eyes went wide, as realization struck. "Are we – ?"
"Dead," James finished quietly. "Yes."
Lily stared at the ground. "Harry's still alive," she whispered.
"He is," James agreed.
Lily looked up, finally meeting his gaze. "Thank goodness," she whispered, tears prickling her vision.
James took her hand.