Well, this is the start of yet another annoyingly long fanfic. I love it really :3
I decided that Lily and James should meet when they were little because I'm cool like that :P
Read, enjoy and then review (If you're as awesome as I think you are ;) and I'm never wrong, right?)
Lily Evans pushed past the matronly woman who was glaring down at the boy she was trying to see.
Play school is so silly, the little girl thought to herself with a giggle, even though there is magic.
Lily's mummy and daddy couldn't do magic but Lily could. They called her a Muggleborn and said she was the special one in her family. It had made Petunia throw a tantrum though.
She peeped around and saw the young boy who was in trouble. He was five, just like Lily only he was a little bit bigger and a whole lot bolder. James Potter was staring at their minder with big, tear-laden brown eyes and a quivering lower lip.
She scoffed, the boy was clearly faking. Even his friends were sniggering behind him. Remus, Sirius and Peter were James' best friends. Lily liked James, James liked Lily but boys have cooties, it wasn't good to touch off them - and everyone knew chasing or any sort of game involved touching.
Her daddy always said to her that she shouldn't be kissing boys and that talking to them wasn't very fun so she shouldn't, especially when she was older. Lily's mummy always laughed when her daddy said that and told him to "Knock it off, she's only a kiddo yet!"
James looked at her and smiled to show he wasn't really crying. Lily stuck her tongue out at the boy and he reciprocated doing the same. It was all part of their routine. Any second James would sidle over and ask Lily if she had any sweets for him.
There he was. "Hiya!" James said brightly. Lily smiled, "Hi James." James gave her a smile and sat next to her, "Have you got any sweets today Lils?"
Lily shook her head, "Sowwie James, mummy said that I can't have sweets today. Tuney was mean to me and I hit her." James laughed at her. She never had sweets but there was a reason that time.
"Your sister is always mean," James said seriously. Lily nodded regretfully, "I know but she's still my sissy!"
James came closer and pulled his small lunch bag from behind him. "Lily," he said. Lily frowned, this was when he usually went back to Remus, Sirius and Peter. "Yes?" she sang back at him.
James smiled shyly, "Do you want some of my sweets?"
Lily stared, James never shared his sweeties with anyone! "Yes please James!" she said eagerly. James nodded his head bashfully and gave her one of his Chocolate Frogs. He laughed when she burst into delighted squeals when the frog moved.
Their minder bustled into the room and yelled, "Everyone, listen up! We bought some Muggle crayons and you guys are going to draw some pictures!" Lily cheered loudly but nobody else knew what crayons were.
They all filed back into the big room they were put in for activities and were sat down with paper and bowls of crayons.
Lily was drawing her house.
"Lily! Come look at my Hippogriff!" James called to her and she ran over to his table. He sat with the other boys while Lily was made sit with the girls.
"Wow!" she said staring down at it in wonder. "I just need a black crayer and I'll be finished," James said proudly.
"Crayon," Lily said giggling.
She ran back to her table and looked in all the tubs of crayons there. She couldn't find any black ones, so she returned and took the one out of James' hand. She concentrated hard and the crayon in her hand turned black. She held it out solemnly to James. "Here you go, James!"
James stared at the crayon in awe. "You used magic Lily!" he exclaimed. Lily nodded, blushing and hiding her face shyly.
James threw his arms around her. "OH THANK YOU LILY!" he yelled and placed a smacking, slobbery kiss on her cheek. Lily blushed a brighter red than her hair. "You're welcome James," she mumbled and scurried off back to her table.
-oOo-
Lily ran and jumped into her father's arms, "Daddy!" The big man wrapped her in his arms, squeezing firmly and chuckling, "How's my big girl?"
Lily kissed her father's scratchy cheek, "I'm fine Daddy! I drew a pitcher of our house today!" She was holding the said picture in her chubby fist waving it in his face. Her dad laughed, "This is very good, Lils! Looks just like the house!"
James crept closer as soon as Lily was put down on the ground. "Lily," he called out.
Lily turned back from her father and flashed him a huge smile over her shoulder.
"James! Daddy, this is James. He gave me a Choccie Froggie today!"
Lily's dad eyed him warily. "Hello there James."
James came closer to Lily, "I drew this for you, Lily" He handed her the picture he had drawn of the Hippogriff, feeling the sadness of parting with his drawing evaporate with the look of elated happiness on Lily's face. She turned her bright, green eyes on him. He felt a weird feeling in his gut as he looked into her eyes.
With a hesitant step forward, Lily glanced at her father before giving James a big hug and brushed her lips over his cheek, "I love it James!" she said to him.
Lily's daddy stepped up and snatched Lily up into his arms, "What did I tell you, young lady about kissing boys?"
Lily laughed. "Daddy," she protested, "I was saying thank you to James because he gave me the pitcher! That's how he said thank you to me when I gave him a black crayon!"
Lily's dad looked ready to drop her in shock. He turned his gaze on James, the burning green eyes Lily had were present there. His weren't quite as bright or pretty as Lily's though.
James' mother came through the door just as Lily's father was about to say something to James. James allowed himself a small cry of happiness at seeing her and ran over before Lily's scary daddy shouted at him.
He heard Lily say to her daddy happily as he went, "Daddy, when I'm older and I get married like you and mummy did, I'm going to marry a boy like James. He's a very nice boy!"
James turned back and met Lily's warm look with one of his own. They kept their eyes connected until Lily's daddy walked out of the room with Lily perched on his shoulders.
-oOo-
"Mum," James said seriously to his mother. She looked up and caught his brown eyes that were looking decidedly fierce.
"Yes James dear?" she said returning to letter writing, flicking the quill over her chin thoughtfully.
"You know Lily from play school?"
"Yes darling."
"Well I think I want to get married to her just like you and daddy!"
James' mother knocked over her ink, spilling over her letter in her surprise. "James!" she said reprimanding him.
"What?" he asked innocently, "Lily said that when she's older she wants to marry someone like me because I'm a nice boy."
James' mother laughed almost hysterically. "Gordon!" she yelled to his father, "James is in here planning his wedding! Help me!"
Gordon, his father, arrived at the door in record time. "He's what?" his father asked staring at James as if he had never seen him before.
"Lily Evans," James said decisively, "We're going to get married!"
His mother turned in her seat, "Lily told her father she wanted to marry a boy like James when she's older. Because he's a nice boy."
Gordon stared. "James isn't a nice boy," he said faintly. James huffed, "I am! I gave Lily my drawing of a Hippogriff! She turned one of the crayers black so I could finish it, by using her magic! She told her Dad she wanted to marry me!" He stuck his tongue out at his parents and crossed his arms in anger.
His mother recovered first. "I thought that she said she wanted to marry a boy like you? Wait she told her father that?" she said, hedging for details.
James frowned mutinously, "Yes, Mum. But she said like me and you told me everyone is uni- unick- different than everyone else! So I'm the only one like me!"
His mother laughed, "Of course darling. You're young yet though, no need to marry someone until you're older." Gordon nodded, "You know Muggles have these things called guns and her Dad would probably shoot one or both of us with it if you did." James tossed his hands in the air aggravated.
"Sirius told me if I wanted to marry a girl I could!" James said. It wasn't exactly true, Sirius had said kissing girls was okay not marrying them.
"Well don't you listen to everything that Sirius Black says! If he told you to jump off your broomstick would you?"
James nodded dramatically. "I want a ring to give to Lily!" he said, used to getting his own way all the time and finding he really didn't like it when he couldn't.
Sighing, Gordon transfigured a paper clip into a yellow ring.
"Put a green stone in it! To match her eyes!" James demanded, looking at the ring with happiness. His father embedded an almost luminous green stone in the ring and handed it to James with a flourish. "That all right then?" he asked gruffly.
"It's perfect!" James crowed, "Sirius, Remmy and Pete will be so jealous."
James, his eyes on the ring, didn't see the look his mother and father exchanged. It was a tearful look, their boy was growing up faster than they dare imagine.
-oOo-
Lily's father strode into the house yelling for his wife.
Lily herself followed him in timidly, she had been subjected to a gruelling interrogation about her exchanges with James Potter all the way home in the car and she was quite worried what her Mummy would say. She didn't quite understand what her father was angry about, James was a very nice boy. She hadn't been lying when she said that.
"Ellen!"
Her mother rushed in, frantically looking to see what was the matter. "Paul, what is the meaning of all this shouting?" her mother asked, peering down to see if her darling daughter was okay.
"Lily kissed a boy, a boy Ellen!"
"Mummy, he gave me a pitcher so I was only saying thank you like you told me to."
Ellen looked down fondly at her daughter. She really was a very mature and polite young girl.
"She hugged the boy and kissed him, Ellen!"
Her Daddy was still pacing, unable to stop.
"Said that was how he thanked her for getting him a black crayon!" Her father dropped his voice to a murmur, quietly contemplating ways to make sure his daughter came out of the ordeal unsullied.
Her father suddenly snapped his gaze to her mother, glaring into her eyes.
"Then she told me a load of tosh about wanting to marry the bloke!"
Ellen turned to her little Lily. "What?" she asked. She knew she could rely on her girl to tell the truth.
"You see Mummy, he was very nice and I said I wanted to marry a boy like him when I'm older like you and Daddy. I never said I wanted to marry James."
"James?" Ellen echoed smiling slightly.
"Yes Mummy, you met him when you picked me up a while ago."
"Oh Paul, the boy is a little charmer. No wonder she wants to marry a man like him. He's a darling really!"
Lily sat down, she wasn't usually the centre of attention at her house. She preferred to go picking flowers outside or colour in her room. Now she was feeling fed up about the whole thing.
It was her first time ever to raise her voice in the house and, what would come to be a legendary temper, surfaced for the first time.
"Now Daddy," she said severely, "I like James, he's very funny. I do not have any plans on kissing boys other than you for a very long time. I'll always be your little girl. Stop being such a silly billy. I'm far too young to get married."
Her father looked taken aback. Though Lily only raised her voice slightly more than normal, the tone was unmistakeably mature and definitely scary.
Her hair crackled and blew back from her face as if by an invisible breeze. "Okay?" she said firmly.
Paul nodded, glancing askance at his wife who was watching their daughter with a tender, surprised look on her face.
"She's right Paul, you needn't worry about our darling. She's a big girl and very capable of looking after herself."
Her father cooled dramatically and nodded again.
Lily looked happy again, her moods well able to change in a split second. "Mummy," she said, smiling disarmingly, "Do we have any ice cream? Marlene says that all young witches should get ice cream when they stick up for themselves against sexist men."
Her father looked to object but Ellen shot him a warning glare and turned back to Lily. "Darling, do you even know what that means?"
"But of course, Mummy. It means a boy who thinks he's better than a girl simply because he's a boy! Me and Marlene always get ice cream at play school because of that!"
Her mother's answering laugh echoed around the house.