I didn't think it was possible. After all these years of hating him, I felt as though, maybe, just maybe, I was beginning to fall for him. Since about, fifth year maybe, he has constantly asked me out. Every time I replied with a simple 'no'. But he didn't care. He'd continue to ask me. Till death do us part I guess. Then he changed. Which brings me here. To 7th year. I never really thought James Potter gave a damn. But, after reading the article from the Daily Prophet, which I received every issue by mail, which included a snippet about, well, a large snippet, about James Potter's parents and his older sister, who, had unfortunately, had been in Diagon Alley the day of the attack. The impact of the explosion, killed quite a few instantly. Those members of the Potter family being among the few. I hadn't given James much thought after that. I mean, I hated him, I wasn't supposed to think about him. Then I saw him as I was boarding the train back to school on September the 1st. He, along with what it looked like could be his brother-in-law, who, in the Daily Prophet, had taken James, along with Sirius in, after the attack on Diagon Alley. (He took in Sirius as well because Sirius lived with the Potter's after he moved out of the Black Estate at 12 Grimmauld Place. He couldn't stand his Dark Arts loving family. So he left, gave up. And the Potter's took him in.) Then I noticed a little girl along beside James. Talking to him. Melissa Peterman. James' niece. James was crouching down in front of her, then he scooped her up into a huge hug, holding onto her as if he let go, she to would disappear like his parents, and his sister. After receiving a pat on the back from Sirius Black, James said goodbye, and him and Sirius boarded the train. Finally it hit me. James Potter did have a heart.
That brings me to where I am right now. About 2 months into school, and I haven't talked to James once. Even thought I'm Head Girl, and he is Head Boy, I haven't talked to him. Odd really. But I've noticed he has changed. Sure he still is a prick. But, he isn't so, big-headed. But wait a second. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Lily Evans; you might have guessed that though. This is my story, well, not just mine. Confused? Good. Read on then.