For My Lily Flower
For My Lily Flower
By James Potter
The first time I saw Lily Evans. I saw her as a book loving snobby little muggleborn witch. And I went out of my way to prove it. Prove it to myself. Why? I actually don't know.
She was my pranking target. The other Marauders and I annoyed her almost as often as we annoyed Snivellus.
But that all took an unexpected turn when I entered my third year. My interest in the opposite sex had just started to kick in. And I have to say, all the ladies were quite fond of me. That year while I was busy talking up girls, I didn't have nearly as much time to prank than I would have liked. That's when I noticed how different Evans looked without the usual goo, the blue hair, and the pimples that were the results of my daily fun.
That's when all the fussing started. At first I took it as a silly little crush that will go away eventually, but as time went on I saw that was not the case. It was not just a silly little crush that will go away in time. And when I realized that, I started asking her out. I'm convinced she took it as a joke and still does. I guess I really can't blame her.
My ways of asking her out would make other girls giggle and blush and they would accept my offer. At least that's what it said in the book that Sirius gave my as a birthday present. When nothing in the book helped at all, I came to the conclusion that Lily was in fact not like the other girls. Of course she wasn't! She was much, much better.
Her rejections were more than just painful. I did not show it, but each time she said no I was breaking. But I can take the no's it's the insults that come after it that makes it so painful. I told myself that when she finally agrees, it will all be worth while. But last year on the last day of school, I was convinced other wise. She slapped me. As if her words were not enough. She slapped me! The moment the palm of her hand came in contact with my cheeks, an icy sort of pain shot through out me.
From that second I gave up. I am not going to waste my young years waiting for something that may never happen. I was done.
I looked at her and slowly dripped every ounce of hurt that had added up into her emerald orbs. I turned away and gave her one last glance. I walked away. I, James Potter was done.
Through the summer I met Violet. She was beautiful. She lived in the muggle town next to where I lived. We had a lot of fun together, and I almost never thought about Lily that entire summer. But when summer reached its end, I had to break it off with Violet.
When I arrived at King's Cross station, I didn't even think once about Lily. But when she appeared only a few yards away saying goodbye to her family I was once again, in love.
When we got to Hogwarts I did not sit down next to Lily like I always do. Instead I walked right passed her without as much as a second glance. Weeks past and it was getting harder and harder for me to remind myself that I was done. Until finally I gave in.
I asked her to the next Hogsmead trip with me and like always her answer was no, but this time no insults. I believed this is a sign that I actually have a chance. She's finally falling for the infamous Potter charm.
Last week in muggle studies I was asked to write an essay about the thing I cherish the most. The first thing that appeared in my mind was Lily, and so it took me no time to decide to write this assignment on her.
This I dedicate to her, my Lily flower. I'm not sure what I fell in love with, perhaps it was her brilliant emerald eyes, perhaps her flaming red hair, perhaps her kind heart, perhaps her fiery personality, or maybe it was just everything about her.
And to end this foot and a half of writing, I have one last thing to say.
I love you Lily Evans soon to be Potter. I LOVE YOU!