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A/N: Hello, and welcome to INI! This is just a short introduction of what's to come; the next chapter should be posted tomorrow. Please review!
Prologue
Lily Evans was romantic. She was a great believer in love, especially the life-altering, whirlwind sort that the poets always seemed to be writing about. She knew it existed somewhere, for someone, somehow. Just not for her. At the very least, not right now.
Right now, she was a schoolgirl: a devoted, studious, and responsible pupil who was taking charge of her future. Love could wait; her success, on the other hand, wasn't quite as patient.
Without being the slightest bit cocky, Lily knew she had the makings of a great witch. She was hard-working, motivated, and bright. She had great relationships with her teachers, particularly with her Potions professor, Horace Slughorn. She had been a prefect for the last two years, and now, she'd recieved word that she had been made Head Girl. All the pieces were falling into place for her future as a Healer. That was the important thing.
As for love, well, it would come later on, wouldn't it? These things had a way of sorting themselves out.
James Potter was cynical. He definitely believed in love, especially the heart-breaking, painful sort that the drunks always seemed to be mumbling about. He knew he was afflicted with it, and he hated every minute. Because she didn't love him back. And she quite probably never would.
He had other things to fall back on, of course. He was Quidditch Captain for Gryffindor, as well as star Chaser. He could ignore love, block it out as he flew expertly through a roaring stadium.
So what if he was prone to the occasional bout of cockiness? He was talented, driven, and clever. He had the best mates in the world, and he knew they would always be there for him. He was near the top of his class, and despite his many disciplinary infractions, he'd just been made Head Boy. He could do anything he wanted with his future, and he knew it. That was what really mattered.
As for love, well, he'd get over it, wouldn't he? These things had a way of sorting themselves out.
She nourished her silly ideas of love, whereas he was unpleasantly acquainted with the reality of the feeling. She dreamt of fictional characters, while he lost sleep trying not to picture her face. She was childish, he was immature, and they were both stubborn. Some would have said the idea of the two of them together was impossible.
But they were wrong.
For Lily and James were not without similarities. She was kind-hearted and sweet, and he was noble and sympathetic. She saw the best in everyone, and he tried not to judge people by their flaws. She didn't hate him, like he thought, and he didn't pursue her for sport, as she assumed. They were both fiercely dedicated to who and what they loved, and they picked the same path, in the end.
The idea of the two of them together may have been improbable, but it wasn't impossible.