Hello all, this has been nibbling at me for well, not to long, I think
about a half a day, and it hasn't really been nibbling so much as
hibernating, anyway, that is not the point, the point is that I wanted to
write a James/Lily story so this is my James/Lily Story. I don't know how
long it will be, so stick with me.
Disclaimer - I do not own the characters of James, Lily, Remus, Sirius, Peter (Evil, Evil!!!! Hiss hiss hiss) or any one of the character that you know of. They all belong to JK.
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James held the camera in front of his face, his concentration centered on the eye piece he was looking through. He lined up the shot that he wanted to take, and clicked the button.
The sound of the camera echoed in his ears. He liked hearing that sound, it gave him a slight feeling of satisfaction, made him feel as though he had created something, even if it was something as simple as a photograph.
He was in an artistic phase at the moment, wanting to capture anything that his camera would allow him to. He would snap photos at random some times, and other times he would set up a shot, spending time to make sure that the photo would be properly framed by his surroundings.
He used a muggle camera. James had worked for a whole summer in a muggle Photoshop to save up enough money to buy himself a camera. In many ways he was glad that he was not using a magical camera, he liked the fact that his art was not likely to stand up and run away.
His passion had turned to an obsession quickly, and the obsession was quickly turning to a possession. He never went anywhere with out his camera, he never left his camera any where unattended, it was permanently attached to his hand. He carried it around, never knowing when the opportunity would arise that an interesting photo could be taken.
He had taken his friends by surprise when he had met them on the Hogwarts express to go back for their 7th year. He was holding his camera, and the first thing that he did was take a photo of Sirius (Who in turn threatened to punch his lights out if he was ever to take his photo with out asking again). Remus and Peter thought it was a really cool hobby to have, and they couldn't wait for James to get the film developed so that they could see the photos.
James had set up a small developing lab in the corner of their dormitory, using a spell to darken the room when ever he needed to. Sirius, of course, hated the fact that his whole room smelt like chemicals all the time now, but Peter and Remus still thought it was cool, and often asked to help James develop his photo's.
But Sirius had to admit that his friend had talent. James was a good photographer. He always seemed to capture his subjects at a time of motion or transition. Sirius liked James' photographs so much that he even told him that James could take his photo if he did so desire.
He liked to take all of his photographs in black and white, capturing the light and shadow of his subjects. It gave them all depth and meaning, a brutal sense of reality that James liked.
His photographs were soon all over their dorm room, covering the bare walls, making the cold stone a wash of black and white gloss, occasionally, on of the photographs would be in color, and that just added more contrast to the mix.
Other students soon heard of James' hobby, and every one seemed to want to see his photographs. They all want to see for themselves if the legendary James Potter had any gifts other to those from the ones he showed on the quidditch field.
No one had a problem with James running around and taking photos of them (Well, maybe a few of the Slytherins did, but James avoided taking photos of them anyway) and pretty soon, James was taking pictures of every one and making copies to give to people. Sirius had told him he should be charging people and making a fortune, but James knew that wouldn't be right. He couldn't ask for money for doing something that he enjoyed, it wouldn't feel right.
James took photos of everything. Quidditch games (the ones he was not playing in, of course), classes and school events. He was like the school's official photographer, and he didn't mind, because he enjoyed it.
Soon, every one in the school was in possession of a James Potter Original. (Even the Slytherins) They had become almost like priceless pieces of art, and Dumbledore had even asked James to choose a few of his favorites to be hung around different areas of the school.
James could not have been happier. He was glad that people at his school were supportive of his hobby, and he was glad that he was still having fun taking photos.
On Saturday afternoons, James took the time to just walk around the school and take photographs. He would take photos of anything that he saw, people, places, things, nature, anything that took his fancy.
But this Saturday it was raining. That meant that James was restricted to indoors, just like everyone else was. People were around, standing in hallways talking, or studying in the library, but no one really stayed in their common rooms.
James was in the common room though, lying on the couch by the fire and contemplating taking a picture of the flickering flame. There was nothing else in the room that was interesting from the point of view of a photographer.
But he lifted his camera to his eye and looked at the world around him, hoping that something would strike him as interesting.
There was a couple in the corner, their foreheads pressed together as their lips lightly brushed across each other. James smiled and snapped a photo of that. He was sure that the couple would appreciate a beautiful picture like that.
And there were two boys in the other corner playing chess, one of the boys had his hand hovering over that white queen, thinking of a move. James zoomed in, focusing on the piece as the boys hand took the top of it. He snapped the photo, that one would look cool.
He kept searching the common room for his next subject, but there was only one other person.
She sat on the stairs that lead to the dorm rooms, her back was leaning against one of the walls and he foot was against the wall on the other side. She had a book in her hands, and her concentration was dedicated purely it the pages.
Her red hair was pulled up into a messy bun, but she still had a few small wisps falling down around her face. She was biting her bottom lips innocently as her eyes followed the words on the page before her.
James, who was still sitting on the chair on the other side of the room pulled the camera away from his eye and blinked. He replaced his camera to his eye and then looked across the room again.
It was like a light bulb went off inside his head and James Potter then realized something that he had never ever considered before.
Lily Evans was beautiful.
Taking a deep breath, trying to be quiet and capture her just as she was at that moment, he snapped off a few pictures.
It was amazing what the lens of a camera could bring into focus.
Disclaimer - I do not own the characters of James, Lily, Remus, Sirius, Peter (Evil, Evil!!!! Hiss hiss hiss) or any one of the character that you know of. They all belong to JK.
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James held the camera in front of his face, his concentration centered on the eye piece he was looking through. He lined up the shot that he wanted to take, and clicked the button.
The sound of the camera echoed in his ears. He liked hearing that sound, it gave him a slight feeling of satisfaction, made him feel as though he had created something, even if it was something as simple as a photograph.
He was in an artistic phase at the moment, wanting to capture anything that his camera would allow him to. He would snap photos at random some times, and other times he would set up a shot, spending time to make sure that the photo would be properly framed by his surroundings.
He used a muggle camera. James had worked for a whole summer in a muggle Photoshop to save up enough money to buy himself a camera. In many ways he was glad that he was not using a magical camera, he liked the fact that his art was not likely to stand up and run away.
His passion had turned to an obsession quickly, and the obsession was quickly turning to a possession. He never went anywhere with out his camera, he never left his camera any where unattended, it was permanently attached to his hand. He carried it around, never knowing when the opportunity would arise that an interesting photo could be taken.
He had taken his friends by surprise when he had met them on the Hogwarts express to go back for their 7th year. He was holding his camera, and the first thing that he did was take a photo of Sirius (Who in turn threatened to punch his lights out if he was ever to take his photo with out asking again). Remus and Peter thought it was a really cool hobby to have, and they couldn't wait for James to get the film developed so that they could see the photos.
James had set up a small developing lab in the corner of their dormitory, using a spell to darken the room when ever he needed to. Sirius, of course, hated the fact that his whole room smelt like chemicals all the time now, but Peter and Remus still thought it was cool, and often asked to help James develop his photo's.
But Sirius had to admit that his friend had talent. James was a good photographer. He always seemed to capture his subjects at a time of motion or transition. Sirius liked James' photographs so much that he even told him that James could take his photo if he did so desire.
He liked to take all of his photographs in black and white, capturing the light and shadow of his subjects. It gave them all depth and meaning, a brutal sense of reality that James liked.
His photographs were soon all over their dorm room, covering the bare walls, making the cold stone a wash of black and white gloss, occasionally, on of the photographs would be in color, and that just added more contrast to the mix.
Other students soon heard of James' hobby, and every one seemed to want to see his photographs. They all want to see for themselves if the legendary James Potter had any gifts other to those from the ones he showed on the quidditch field.
No one had a problem with James running around and taking photos of them (Well, maybe a few of the Slytherins did, but James avoided taking photos of them anyway) and pretty soon, James was taking pictures of every one and making copies to give to people. Sirius had told him he should be charging people and making a fortune, but James knew that wouldn't be right. He couldn't ask for money for doing something that he enjoyed, it wouldn't feel right.
James took photos of everything. Quidditch games (the ones he was not playing in, of course), classes and school events. He was like the school's official photographer, and he didn't mind, because he enjoyed it.
Soon, every one in the school was in possession of a James Potter Original. (Even the Slytherins) They had become almost like priceless pieces of art, and Dumbledore had even asked James to choose a few of his favorites to be hung around different areas of the school.
James could not have been happier. He was glad that people at his school were supportive of his hobby, and he was glad that he was still having fun taking photos.
On Saturday afternoons, James took the time to just walk around the school and take photographs. He would take photos of anything that he saw, people, places, things, nature, anything that took his fancy.
But this Saturday it was raining. That meant that James was restricted to indoors, just like everyone else was. People were around, standing in hallways talking, or studying in the library, but no one really stayed in their common rooms.
James was in the common room though, lying on the couch by the fire and contemplating taking a picture of the flickering flame. There was nothing else in the room that was interesting from the point of view of a photographer.
But he lifted his camera to his eye and looked at the world around him, hoping that something would strike him as interesting.
There was a couple in the corner, their foreheads pressed together as their lips lightly brushed across each other. James smiled and snapped a photo of that. He was sure that the couple would appreciate a beautiful picture like that.
And there were two boys in the other corner playing chess, one of the boys had his hand hovering over that white queen, thinking of a move. James zoomed in, focusing on the piece as the boys hand took the top of it. He snapped the photo, that one would look cool.
He kept searching the common room for his next subject, but there was only one other person.
She sat on the stairs that lead to the dorm rooms, her back was leaning against one of the walls and he foot was against the wall on the other side. She had a book in her hands, and her concentration was dedicated purely it the pages.
Her red hair was pulled up into a messy bun, but she still had a few small wisps falling down around her face. She was biting her bottom lips innocently as her eyes followed the words on the page before her.
James, who was still sitting on the chair on the other side of the room pulled the camera away from his eye and blinked. He replaced his camera to his eye and then looked across the room again.
It was like a light bulb went off inside his head and James Potter then realized something that he had never ever considered before.
Lily Evans was beautiful.
Taking a deep breath, trying to be quiet and capture her just as she was at that moment, he snapped off a few pictures.
It was amazing what the lens of a camera could bring into focus.