He pursued you relentlessly, never taking no for an answer. He wouldn't understand that the reason you disliked him so was not because you "weren't interested" or "liked somebody else" but because he seemed incapable of being pleasant to anyone. He didn't understand that you found hanging people upside down in mid air cruel, rather than funny.

But, on the other hand, you couldn't see that he was meant for you, this irritating boy with his perpetually messy hair and dark brown eyes. You didn't understand that he wasn't pursuing you because you were the only girl who had ever said no to him, but because he truly did feel something for you.

But you always were a stubborn girl, so you turned you back on him, and walked away.


You finally started seeing the real him, sometime late in your sixth year, or possibly early in your seventh. You were no longer friends with Sev, the budding death eater, and to be honest, after what he had called you, you couldn't care less when you saw James and the rest of the Marauders taunting him.

You didn't like most of his friends though, Pettigrew seemed too smarmy, always sucking up to the others, and Black was far too arrogant, even more so than James, if that were possible. Remus on the other hand, you liked. He seemed intelligent, rarely participating in James and Sirius' less than correct antics. In fact, at times, you liked James the least out of all of them

But then there were those eyes, that unerring skill on the Quidditch pitch. The noble, if rather irrational, desire to run away and fight Voldemort. You were drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.


He pursued you relentlessly, and in the end, you were glad. He gave you his everything, he gave you your son, he gave you his love. You stare into the face of the man who will deliver death to you, and you thank the gods, the stars, the heavens, for whoever gave you James Potter.


A/N: Hope that didn't suck too bad! It was my first James/Lily, and I'm not sure if I particularly like it...