[ O my gosh! It's my first fanfic! I can't believe how excited I am to submit it! I thought I should make you aware that this story continues after Lily tells Snape she can no longer be his friend in HPDH. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of this story except the plot, the rest belongs to J.K. Rowling. So let's not sue anyone.

' Your eyes are the brightest of all the colours: You'll always be my thunder.

So bring on the rain,

and bring on the thunder.'

- Thunder, Boys Like Girls

Lily stood with her back against the inside of the portrait hole. She just stood there, staring into the common room.

She didn't regret her decision, but she regretted having to leave him. Lily had forgiven him for calling her a Mudblood, but the time had come to make her decision. She loved him, he was probably as dear to her as Petunia, but the inevitable separation of their lives had finally arrived.

He had chosen his path long ago, the one that led to Lord Voldemort. Lily simply would not follow him.

No, Lily did not regret her decision, but this did nothing to abate the pain that wracked her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

Her friend, Mary, got up from her seat and, catching sight of Lily's face, rushed over and put her arm around her shoulders.

"You're better off, being shot of him," she said it soothingly, quietly.

Lily followed her into the Gryffindor common room, wrapping her own arms around herself for added comfort. Mary gently patted her shoulder as Lily continued on to her dormitory.

She already felt alone without the friendship of Severus Snape.

He had been the one to explain her magical gift, had been there when her sister had turned her back on her. She had shared her deepest thoughts with him, and deepest fears.

She hated that she had to let him go. Hated the choice he had made. Hated that she understood why he hadn't chosen her.

Lily Evans was not a weeper, but as she sat on the open windowsill, she saw the tears blur her vision.

Wiping them on her sleeve, she looked through the open window into the cool night air. The Black Lake sat smooth as a tinted piece of glass. She looked at the grounds of Hogwarts, exhaustion slowly setting in.

She suddenly realised that the wooshing sound she had been hearing could not possibly be wind, the lake and trees sat as still as stone. Perturbed, she stuck her head out the window, red hair falling forward, looking for whatever was causing the noise.

A blur of broomstick and black hair suddenly wizzed past her nose, and she was tugged out the window. She gave a screech of alarm but only the Giant Squid heard her properly.

The boy clutching her laughed.

" Relax Evans, I'm not going to drop you."

" Potter! You complete prat!" , her roar slightly hysterical because she was half dangling from the broom.

She screamed again as he suddenly let go of her, letting her fall neatly into the shallows of the lake.

She plunged into the icy water, her nightgown billowing around her. She pushed off from the bottom and her head broke the surface. She spluttered and flailed trying to climb onto the shore.

James Potter reappeared, clutching that god forsaken snitch that always seemed to be about his person. He was grinning, his eyes running over her sopping wet body.

" You shouldn't have called me a prat, Evans. It's not good for my ego."

He looked far from wounded.

" You are...the most terrible–", but he never found out, for at that moment she lost her footing and went tumbling back into the lake.

Roaring with laughter, James splashed in after her. He grabbed her as she surfaced and carried her onto the shore.

Rather unceremoniously, he dropped her with a huff onto the grass. He remained standing, crossing his arms, ready for the explosion.

Her hair shined as brightly as her anger.

"What in the hell are you playing at?! Yanking people out of windows! You are such a conceited, reckless–"

" Hang on, Evans. You've already told me all this today. Remember? While defending your good friend Snivellus."

She looked up at him. He was still dressed in his school clothes, though worn in a more relaxed fashion that all the students adapted after classes.

His shirt was untucked and the sleeves rolled up too just below his elbows. His tie hung loosely around his neck.

Though dark, his eyes were deep and penetrating. His black hair was in a constant state of disarray.

James Potter was, without a doubt, the most desired boy at Hogwarts. Girls stared at him, flirted with him or blushed when he looked at them. The boys desired to be him. Admiring him for his layed back attitude and undeniable talent.

All this did not change the fact that Lily considered him an arrogant git.

" That was so typical of you. Can never resist a chance to show off, can you, Potter?"

" It's not showing off. Just some Gryffindors having a bit of fun with a well hated Slytherin."

Lily opened her mouth to tell him what she thought of his fun, however James was not finished:

" You know he would have done the same, Evans. Worse even. Him and his cronies aren't exactly looking for a laugh when they hex people," he looked serious all of a sudden, almost pleading.

Lily was not so disillusioned to deny it.

Bleakly, she continued on more calmly,

" Why on earth, did you pull me out of that window?"

" I didn't feel like sleeping. I was just playing around when I saw you. I decided I wanted to talk to you about the annoying habit you have of turning me down."

His tone was light and conversational, but his eyes flashed. Lily raised her eyebrows.

" I've already told you, Potter."

He shook his head. Lily clamoured to her feet, still drenched, wearing only the thin white night dress and dressing gown. She shivered involuntarily in the cool air.

She saw that James had noticed her shiver.

He was suddenly closing the distance between them, his eyes strangely blank. She backed up hastily, but after a slight rise found her back pressed up against a stone wall. In a matter of seconds he had closed the distance.

He stopped, leaving about four inches of space between them, his hands in his pockets. His eyes had become level with hers because of the slightly higher ground she had backed on to.

" I'm really not what you think I am."

Framed by clumped, wet lashes, Lily's eyes flashed greener than anything in the human world.

James did not say anything more but he did not move. He rarely got this close to her, he feared her too much. He wasn't about to give up something he craved so much, but rarely experienced.

" You're not what they think you are either," she hissed.

Still he stood, his face so close to hers. Lily shivered violently.

He sighed. " Let me get you back up to bed. You're going to get sick standing out here in wet clothes."

" I wouldn't get on that broom with you if the fate of the free world was at stake."

She pushed his chest with both hands until he moved enough to free her. She stomped off towards the front door of the castle, intending to walk up. She would rather face the wrath of a dozen caretakers than let Potter help her.

He looked shocked.

" Don't be daft, Evans. You know you'll never get in, they lock the doors you know."

She closed her eyes tight in frustration. Finally making up her mind, she whirled to face him.

" Fine," she said through clenched teeth.

A few minutes later they arrived at her window. She quickly unwrapped her arms from around his waist and climbed through her window.

She gave him a disdainful glare as he flew off once again, a satisfied smirk on his face.

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