A/N: I decided to keep together all these drabbles. Mostly head-canon that I've just expanded when I have the time. Like during class.
The day before they were due to leave Hogwarts for the last time, James rose early. Leaving a note explaining where he was, he found himself sitting under the very tree by which he'd spent several years trying to impress one girl. A girl who would soon become his wife.
"Lily Potter." He smiled to himself. Never had that name sounded quite as good as it did now. Not even a year ago, he'd sat staring at the lake, much like he did now, trying to plan a desperate, last-ditch effort to make her see the truth.
As it turned out, he needn't have tried so hard.
But he didn't regret any of it. Perhaps, if given the chance, he would try to go back and change how he acted towards her. But the fact that he was such an idiot once was an important part of their relationship. It was proof that he grew up, and that she appreciated it.
Just then, a voice floated towards him in the morning air. His favourite voice.
"Hadn't picked you for the sentimental type, Potter." James quickly turned around to see her sitting up the bank a little way.
"You're up early," he said, making his way over.
"I could say the same." Her laugh, possibly the most beautiful thing in the world, rang out over the water.
"How long have you been sitting here?"
"Not long. I was waiting for you to say something, actually, but I guess you were far too wrapped up in your thoughts."
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, I wasn't trying to ignore you-" She silenced him with her lips.
"Tell me what you were thinking about."
"You," he replied honestly. "How this, right here, is all where it started, but tomorrow we'll be gone."
"Is that a bad thing?" He looked back over to the castle, thinking. He would miss it, of course. But at the same time, he was looking forward to starting his life in the real world. With Lily.
"No, it's not. Besides, our kids can tell us all about it," he said, only half-joking.
"Kids? After we're married, I hope?" A small smirk crossed her face.
"'Course. Now, if you don't mind, I'm hungry. Can we go get breakfast?"
"You're always hungry. It's lucky I know how to cook." She stood up anyway, and reached out for his hand.
He took it, knowing that he'd never want to let go.