Lily Evans was pacing back and forth across the heads room; her long read hair fanning out behind her.

"Where is he?" she thought.

He had been gone since before dinner and she really needed to talk to him.

After two years of James Potter constantly asking her out and asking her if she liked him the answer was finally yes. When the start of term began in September she had already prepared herself for Potters bombard of questions

"Hey Evans like what you see?" "Do you want to find a spare compartment where we can "talk"?", and the most dreaded "Will you go out with me?" But strangely it didn't come; instead she was bombarded with a whole new set of questions

"Hi how was your summer?", "What did you do?", and "Did you have fun?". She was not prepared for this. As she answered each question she was just waiting for the rest of his little friends to pop out and they would all yell

"Ha, you've been pranced" and then run away before they had to stuffer Lily Evans wrath. But nothing of the sort was ever said or even hinted at.

She was even more surprised when she discovered that James had been made head boy. That meant that they had to share a common room between just the two of them, something she was less then willing to do.

As September faded into October and then November she found that she liked being in his company. He constantly made her laugh, he could always help her when she needed it, and she realized while she was with him she felt a safety that she had never felt with any one else before. The best part was that he had finally gotten the picture and stopped asking her out, which made her sigh with relief since she no longer had to be prepared for when he would turn up.

At the beginning of December she caught herself looking at him taking it his unruly black hair, and his Quiddich toned body instead of the charms reading she was supposed to be doing. For weeks after she scolded herself for even thinking that she liked James Potter. Then at the end of January she had finally given in to the fact that she liked him, but she kept it to herself.

So weeks went by and she continued to gaze at him longingly from across the common room while they did their homework. She noticed little things about him like when he was really concentrating on something his tongue would poke out a little bit, and when he didn't understand something he would get these cute little wrinkles in his forehead.

February and March came and went followed quickly by April and she still hadn't said anything to anyone. Every night she would lay it bed thinking about him and when he was going to ask her out. She had begun to grow impatient with him but she also realized in one of her nightly thoughts that she loved him. So she waited for him and finally that day had come.

She was walking down to dinner and just as she was about to go in to the great hall James appeared. He grabbed her by the arm twirled her around dipped her and asked the infamous question.

"Lily Evans will you go out with me?" Her heart began to beat with excitement and joy, but before she could stop herself out of habit she felt the word no tumble out of her mouth and she watched as James hansom smiling face suddenly drooped. The crowd that had gathered around them began to offer James moral support while others just walked away it was nothing new to them.

James then picked her up out of the dip set her on her feet and took off to who knows where before she could even get two word out of her mouth. She couldn't eat dinner after that. Not after she had just watched his heart break and felt her brake at the same time. So she decided to go back to the heads room and wait for him to show up she knew he was bound to turn up at some point she just didn't know when.

So there she was pacing back and forth waiting for James to show up. It was almost time to do rounds and she knew that if he was not back she would have to go do them herself. To pass the time she decided to read one of her books. So she walked over to the table grabbed one and walked over to one of the comfortable armchairs stationed in front of the fire. Instead of passing the time reading made it seam a hundred times slower. Growing frustrated she trough the heavy book across the room feeling satisfied when she herd the smack of leather against stone as the book hit the wall. Then feeling guilty (it happened to be a library book she had just hurled across the room) she walked over to where it had landed and gingerly picked it up inspecting it for damage. While doing so a note fell out of it. Curiously she bent down and hesitantly picked it up. Seeing her name written on it in James neat cursive printing she dripped Madam Prince's beloved book back on the ground so she could unfold the piece of paper with two hands. Carefully opening it she began to read what James had written.

My Lily flower,

I am sorry to say that after today's meeting before dinner that I James Potter am giving up on you. I know you will be happy with my decision, because I will now leave you in peace forever.

Love always,

James

Lily had to reread the note several times before it sunk in. Now that she loved him he was giving up on her. She was not going to let that happen and she knew the one person who could tell her where James was: Sirius Black.

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