A/N: My very first Jily multichapter fic. Or you know first multichapter fic in general. This story is completely planned out, the first three chapters are outlined and the I've almost finished writing the first one. I'll update on Fridays, but sometimes I won't because life is quiet hectic. This fic wanted to be written though, so it will be. I will NEVER abandon a fic because it's cruel when a reader gets really into the story then they just never find out what happens (speaking from experienc). So read on and take into consideration that this is the smallest piece of writing I have ever produced. The first chapter is about five times as long. Enjoy!
Prologue
It's said that Harry's story starts on a dull, grey Tuesday. What's not mentioned though, what's never mentioned is the story that ended. You see, for every story to begin; one has to end. In this case though the unusual happened, the characters died but their story lived on. It lived on in the forms of little snippets told to their son and old situations reminisced by their friends. You would assume that since it was never written and only briefly mentioned; that this story was either very happy or relatively simple so that writing it was rather pointless. After all, the gist of it is; she hated him, he loved her, he grew up, she loved him back. That's all very well and true, but that's not the full story.
The full story wasn't all smooth sailing to Neverland where the sun was always shining and the grass was always green. It was actually an emotional hell of a bumpy rollercoaster that reached a place of love so acute that it eclipsed the dark times they lived through in their world. The mere five years they had spent loving each other were worth dying for in the end.
So this here is meant to tell you their story. Their full, unabridged story. A story of love, life and death. A story of heartbreak and dissapointment. A story of growing up. A story of family and friends. The story that eventually led to Harry's story. The story of Lily Evans and James Potter.
In a little town in England on a boiling hot August's day is where our story starts. There, in a children's playground, two teenagers could be found. One, a beautiful red haired girl in a blue sundress wearing flip-flops and a blissful, content expression as she sat on a swing. Quiet contrary to her companion; a thin boy with long dark hair wearing a large black coat and unfashionable grey trousers. However he was wearing the same blissful look the girl was. This girl's name was Lily.
Our story revolves around Lily, for she was the main player in this tale. The leading lady as it were. She was not perfect, far from it actually. But she was a good person, no matter how much being a teenager seemed to deter that.