The story of James and Lily

by Emily the 13th

This is about James and lily's first year at Hogwarts and It is written from each of their perspectives. I do not own any of these characters. I will be uploading new chapters as often as possible. Please review, I want your opinions. This is my first Fan Fic-enjoy :)

1. Chapter 1

Lily

I saw him again today. He was with those other boys-I think their names are Sirius and Lupin. Honestly, I don't even know why I care. The whole lot of them are simply stuck up pretty boys who couldn't care less about anyone but themselves...yet deep down, I want him to notice me, to like me as much as I like him.

When I walked past him, he said hello to me, but he said it in a vague sort of way, as if he couldn't quite place me. I was so surprised I answered in a stammer. But by the time I had composed myself however, he was gone, and I was left standing by myself, my face resembling the very large tomato that I had changed into a flower in transfiguration. I like transfiguration. professor McGonagall says that I've got a lot of potential. The teachers say a lot to james in our lessons. often they tell him to shut up and concentrate. I get the feeling that he doesn't really enjoy school, which is weird, because he is quite clever, and could do well if he tried but he seems to prefer quidditch to potions and charms.

James Potter

OhMyGosh it SPEAKS! I saw Evans today and after psyching myself up, before she walked past, I said hello to her. You know, considering how much I like her-and she OBVIOUSLY likes me I was expecting a better reaction.

She started hyper-ventilating, so I ran off before she could embarrass herself any further. She is so beautiful. Her long, auburn hair, her rosy cheeks, and those eyes, those enchanting, emerald green eyes...OK, enough soppy stuff.

I refuse to make a fool of myself in front of Lily, so I can't get romantic and let my guard down. Maybe this is just a waste of my time. I mean, she doesn't even like quidditch. What kind of person DOESN'T LIKE QUIDDITCH?!

What DOES she like? this is killing me. i hardly know her, and yet she is all i can think about, all I can write about. It's only a matter of time before i start stucturing my life around her-always in the common room when she is, sit next to her

in the great hall, take the same routes as she does to and from classes. Love...is it really worth it?