Authors Note: OK, this is my first time writing for Fanfiction so don't make fun of me if it turns out awful! I really hope you like it. It just came to me, a stroke of inspiration.

Dedication: I want to dedicate it to one of my best friends ever, Kaitlyn because she is always there when I need her whether it be for feedback from my writing or anything else and because she dedicated her story to me:-)

Disclaimer: Anything you see her that does not look familiar belongs to me and everything else belongs to the superfantastical J.K. Rowling!

Ok, I'm done! Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

Hate Comes Next

I never believed in the notion that things happen for a reason. I acknowledged the fact that maybe there was someone up there who created me, who knew everything there is to know about me but I always thought that he let the world turn the way it wanted to. That people should have the opportunity to do and think what they want. That people made their own destinies.

I don't think I have ever been more wrong in my life.

My wand, mahogany, eleven inches, let out sparks for the first time when I bought it in Ollivander's Wand Shop on August twenty-sixth. The sparks bounced off the mirror on the wall in and went straight into a quiet, red haired girl I had vaguely noticed behind me, making her drop her books. When I turned around to help the girl pick up her books I knew, somewhere out there, someone made that happen for a reason because at that moment, I fell in love.

I know your probably saying that an eleven-year-old boy isn't capable of love. That he's not mature enough to know how loves feels. But let me tell you, my heart dropped to my stomach, my head started to spin, and I was, for the first time in my life, speechless. Somewhere inside of me, a voice told me that this girl was the only one for me. That when I woke up everyday I'd find a new way to love her, to hold her, to care for her, and that I would love her more that I could ever let words say. It was a new voice I had never heard before but I knew it was true. I knew that there would never be another girl I could feel this way about. That there is no possible way that I could ever feel more for one person than I do for her

Now you tell me that isn't love.

"You don't have to." She said as she started to pick up her multiple books from the floor. She was so sweet.

"I want to" I said picking up a book and looking at the cover. "Who's shake pair?"

She giggled a little. It was the most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I needed to hear it again. "You mean Shakespeare," she patiently explained. She was also smart. "He's my favorite author. I haven't read any of his original work yet, it's so hard to understand, but the ideas and characters are so beautiful that it's good enough to just read the translation"

"So if it's not in English, then what language is it in?" I asked curiously.

This time she giggled even harder but quieted down after she saw the very confused look on my face. She was thoughtful too, not wanting my feelings to be hurt because I didn't understand her. "It's in English," she said, opening up the book so I could see the two sides of the volume, the left in very funny English, and the right in regular English on the other.

"What's wrong with that side?" I asked pointing to the left side of the book after scanning the page for a second.

"That side was written in the 1600's. That's when Shakespeare was alive. Since the English he spoke is so different from the English we speak today, people translate it to modern English so people like you and me can understand it."

"Oh" I said, still completely puzzled.

She laughed at the puzzled look on my face, which I had intended her to laugh at. It was so good to hear her laugh. It reminded me of the tinkling of bells. "You don't really understand it do you?" She asked.

"You caught me." I confessed. I looked up and saw what seemed to be the girl's father looking happy that she had made a friend but eager to see what wand she would get. A muggle born, I guessed by the curious yet a little fearful look on her father's face. I looked over at my mother who was looking at her watch and when she realized that I was looking at her, pointed to the list indicating that there were still so many things left to buy for my first year attending Hogwarts, school for witchcraft and wizardry. I was desperate to keep talking to her but knowing that my mother would intervene if I didn't end the conversation soon I had to pick up the pace. "You'll be going to Hogwarts?" I asked, noticing the list in her hand identical to the one in my mothers.

"Uh-huh." She nodded. "My first year" she looked a little scared for a second but then covered it up with one of her heart-wrenching (at least for me) smiles.

"Don't be scared," I said. It almost hurt to see the fear in her eyes.

"It's hard not to be." She said trying to look brave, failing, and then giving up.

I put my hand shoulder and she smiled. It was hard to hide the bursting smile from my face. I was touching the girl I loved! Her skin felt warm underneath her shirt. "This just seems so different to me. It's hard to not be afraid of change." She smiled and stood up straighter. "But I can do it. I will! This is the best thing that's ever happened to me. Even if it is a little scary."

It was obvious that I should take my hand off her back but I just couldn't. It felt right there. I glanced over at my mother who started to walk over. "Can we finish our conversation on the train to Hogwarts?" I inconspicuously pointed over to my mother. She grinned really big and nodded to show she understood.

"Of course" she replied and waved as my mother rushed me out the door.

"Wait!" She cried, suddenly remembering something and running out the door after me only a few seconds later.

I turned around as my mother threw her hands in the air. "Yes?" I asked, glaring daggers at my mother.

"I'm sorry Ms..."

"Potter" my mother supplied growing less annoyed after the girl had been so polite.

"I'm sorry Ms. Potter; this will only take a second." She turned to look at me. Her eyes were the color of emeralds. I would never forget the way she looked at me with her big, green, almond eyes. "I'm sorry Mr. Potter" she said to me playfully "but I would hate to go around not knowing your first name."

I smiled. She was funny too. How much better could this girl get. "James." I said "James Potter."

"And I'm Lily Evans."

"Well, it was very nice to meet you Miss. Evans"

"You as well Mr. Potter." She smiled one last time and walked back into the shop.

Lily Evans was the sweet, smart, thoughtful, polite, funny girl I was in love with. She was everything I could ask for in a girl and more. And this had only been five minutes with her. I wonder what she'll be like after an hour or a day. It didn't matter 'cause we will have all the time in the world. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with Lily Evans. This happened for a reason. I know it.