A/NI thought that this was kinda cool. The idea that Lily liked James, but had to say 'no' to him for some other reason. Well, here's my take on it. Enjoy! (And review)

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, everybody would know that (Sinead) is Scorpio Malfoy's mother.

Prologue: Letters From No One In Particular

The redhead pulled a book out of her bag and grinned. She could feel it moving, meaning that somebody was writing to her. The somebody was a boy. He seemed smart, caring, sensitive, and sweet… but she wouldn't know for sure. She'd never met him. However, the two had been writing back and forth in enchanted journals for the past six years, as part of a class project.

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"Mr. Black," Professor Flitwick squeaked, handing Sirius a journal. "Miss Courtland; Miss Evans."

After the other students had stood and taken journals from the Charms teacher, the tiny man stood a little bit higher and cleared his voice. The slow chatter in the classroom died. "Now, I'd like you all to spread out, so that you're not anywhere near anybody. All of you face the walls… and here's your assignment. These journals have been charmed so that you can correspond with the owner of your 'matching journal'. However, I must ask that you do not tell the person with your corresponding journal who you really are. I would like you to write to them through these journals for six years. At the end of your sixth year, you will all be called back, and you'll be able to find out who you've been writing to. I will then collect the journals and grade them. You may begin to write… now."

Good morning.

Lily started. The person seemed eager to write to her.

Hello.

Well. I'm not allowed to say who I really am… so I'll make an alias. I'm Jake.

I'm Clare.

Well, Clare, it's lovely to meet you.

Thank you, Jake. So, what part of England do you come from?

Just south of London, actually. Dad works at the Ministry. You?

I come from Surrey.

Really, now?

…Yes…

Well. I think we should meet indirectly.

Really? How do you propose we do that?

Well, milady, I think we should charm ourselves, and meet over Christmas vacation.

Do you, sir?

Indeed. I think that it would be quite thrilling to meet you.

You know nothing about me.

Oh, I see. Well, then, what's your favorite color?

Purple. And you?

Green.

Why?

Reminds me of someone.

Oh. I won't bring it up, then.

It's alright. It's a girl, though. She's in second year, I think.

Oh, you like older women, then?

I like women in general.

Haha. You remind me of my sister's boyfriend.

How old is she?

Older than you.

I see.

"Class! Clear up. The bell just rang. Make sure you correspond!"

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The journal entry from Jake was rather long. She began to read it, grinning or laughing every now and then.

Dearest Charlotte,

I can't get you out of my head. It seems like every time I hear someone walking down the hall, I look up, and think that it's you. I can't forget that time back in third year that we actually met. I mean, I didn't want things to fall through early on, so we cancelled our date over vacation… but then when we met at Hogsmeade, everything just felt right. There's something about you, Charlotte. I don't know what it is, really, but you're just the kind of girl I want to spend my life with. I've never met anybody else that likes caramel on their hot chocolate, and I'd never even think of trying fizzing whisbees until you told me how much you liked them. I can't wait until we get back to Charms, so I can figure out who you really are.

Love,

Jake

Lily smiled. Love. They were in love. Her brow furrowed. Who could he be? She didn't want to admit it, but she knew the truth. And the truth was… she had no idea.

"Hey, Evans!" a voice called. The redhead looked up from her seat on the train to see James Potter grinning at her. "Wanna go out with me?"

Lily looked at him. His brown eyes sparkled with mischief and he looked positively wonderful. But then with a bang, she looked back at the journal in her lap.

"No."

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