Hello! This is just a SUPER duper short one shot between Lily and James that I dreamt up. I like to think this is one of the moments where Lily starts to stop hating James, but you can think what you want to think. This is not my first fanfiction but it is my first one I've uploaded to so please just comment or PM me about grammar and whatnot. I'm just an official commentator and best friend to papayathewritingmachine and a common (though maybe not so common after all...) teenager trying to write her way through life so please, bear with me and spare the hate. I love constructive criticism though. So, yeah. On with the show!
(DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I wish to say so, I (albeit reluctantly) am forced to admit that I am not Jo Ro in teenager form. The truth hurts, people!)
Rain is a funny thing. Muggles and wizards alike say it's a bother, the type of weather one would want to sleep away. But not Lily Evans. No, for Lily Evans, rain was a blessing. Nobody appreciated it quite enough. Lily loved it. The way it turned the sky a dark blue and shook the house with its beauty. The way leaves carried the sky's tears long after the storm had ended. The way the rain ended with a rainbow. Lily believed in the pot of gold at the end of it. She had always dreamed of finding the end of the rainbow, so she could meet a leprechaun. They say rain is a sad sort of magic. Lily Evans thought it was the best sort of magic. In the movies, people run after their loved one for one last passionate kiss through nature's tears. Rain was a wonderful thing, according to Lily Evans. It was not strictly sad or miserable. It was a wonder that could not be destroyed by magic. Just like love. That is why, my dear reader, on 2 October, 1977, Lily Evans was found outside Hogwarts in a rain slicker and wellies, laughing up at the rain.
Her solitude did not last long, as with beauty comes a price. The price for Miss Evans that day was a certain James Potter returning from the Quidditch pitch.
"Oi! Evans! Have you been cursed? Do you need a healer? You'll catch a chill if you don't-" Lily cut him off abruptly.
"No. I'm just waiting for the rainbow, Potter." She glanced down from the sky and smiled at his shocked expression. She wasn't going to let him ruin her moment of happiness.
"Oh. Well then. Do you think the rainbow will be awhile? Because I was planning on changing out of my soaked robes but…" James glanced at Lily. She laughed at his foolishness and replied calmly.
"I have absolutely no idea at all. And I really don't mind it." And with that, Lily Evans threw her head back and let the sky's tears land softly on her tongue. James watched her with amazement. She looked so free. He had never felt like that. Maybe that's why he joined her in staring up at the rain. Or maybe it was because he wanted to believe in the magic, too. Whatever his reason may have been, he was glad he stayed. And secretly, though she'd never tell anyone, Lily was too.