Chapter 1. Green eyes.
His eyes are the same as hers, bright emerald green; they're the first thing you notice when you look at the too innocent but far too old face, they draw you in, make you feel safe.
You trust him before he utters a sound.
In the light when he looks at you, the warmth, the wisdom, the hope and courage is so strong it almost chokes you.
In the darkness, alone, another story is told. Tightly shut, the green light, a man pushing a woman up the stairs, the cupboard, the spiders, the belt, the fists, the feast he cooked, double head, basilisk, graveyard. All and more play like a film on the back of his eyelids, he can never escape.
In the dark, they open with a start; it's all but a nightmare, one he lives in.
Alone they show the pain, the suffering, the quilt, the secret. No one could ever put a finger on what made them uneasy, the haunted look they held would forever be misinterpreted.
Before they were his, they belonged to another. Those eyes couldn't be more different. They saw much the same pain; one felt it, one saw it. Her own pain started the day her own green eyes opened to the cruel world outside the womb. The day her mother died holding her newborn. That newborn would give birth to a hero.
Before the hero was a time of peace suddenly thrown into chaos. No one understanding the cause, so solution to stop it. Before the hero, a parent didn't know happiness. Like the hero they made a mask; cocky, arrogance. The mask became permanent. Who were they really? They didn't know.
Before the hero was Lily Evans and James Potter.
This is their story.
AN: ok here is the first chapter of my new story. J am writing the rest at the moment but it may take a while before I can update, but please tell me what you think this is all about, I'd love to hear peoples' interpretations of this so far.