Author's note: So I posted the first chapter of this as a oneshot, before the idea hit me for this sort-of-short story. I haven't written any proper Jily before, which is sad, and had to be rectified... I wanted to smash some stereotypes on the head, too. I dislike stereotypes generally on this site... It's nice the first time you read it, and then it just gets tedious... I've created the James of my fangirl dreams, anyway, so I hope you'll bear with me and the possible 'OOC James' that may result.
Also, I've done some shuffling. This is the prolouge, and the chapter I posted first has been put after it. Or I hope it has. As soon as I figure out how to do it... Which may take a while.
Thanks to aqua-empress, for her absolutely wonderful review!
Without further ado:
I don't own Harry Potter.
"I am one hundred percent certain that a bowtruckle would win in a fight against a unicorn." Mary was maintaining, throwing Eliza a disgruntled glance. "I mean, how could it not? Have you seen those claws-"
Eliza rolled her eyes. "Yes, but Mare, a unicorn has hooves. And horns. And is about a thousand times bigger."
"Yeah, and it's like the most mundane creature ever to walk the earth! I mean, have you ever in a million years seen a unicorn actually use its horn? Like, when it's not dead and stuck in a potion?"
Eliza frowned. "No, but-"
"Good morning. Nice summer? Excellent." Marlene appeared out of nowhere, not bothering to wait for replies to her question as she threw a disturbed glance at Lily. "What are they-"
"Unicorns and bowtruckles." Lily said, her voice somewhat wearied. "They're debating which one would win in a fight."
"I... See?" Marlene replied, frowning.
Lily raised her eyebrows. "Do you? I don't. And I have been listening to them for the past 30 minutes. 30 minutes! And I already want to shoot the pair of them. Thank Merlin you're here. And... I'm out of here. Prefect meeting. Sorry."
"Rude!" Eliza exclaimed, but Mary just laughed
"Wait! Have you spoken to-" She started.
Lily didn't need to be a legilimens to know who she was talking about... Nobody did, really. There was only one possible person on the planet that her friend could be alluding to.
"No. Well, sort of. We exchanged letters, after Remus and Eliza told me he was made head boy. I just... We've called a truce."
"A truce?" Mary echoed, raising her eyebrows at Marlene and Eliza. "And would this truce by any chance involve shooting James Potter and disposing of the body in the Potters back garden so no one would ever find out ever?"
"No, actually." She exclaimed brightly, the overall impression somewhat mared by her I-couldn't-believe-it-either expression, her eyebrows raised in perpetual surprise even as she said it. "He's... He's not all bad."
"A truce, Lils?" Marlene repeated, looking astounded. "After like, 6 years of hexing him? A truce?"
Lily shrugged. "Yes. A truce."
"It's true." Eliza said, who, being James's cousin, was the best informed on this sort of thing. "They shook hands and everything. Black said they were one step closer to the day that Lily ripped off James's clothes, and his best mate was lost to him forever. It was fun."
"A truce." Mary repeated faintly.
"A truce."
It was a truce (Just in case you hadn't grasped. I think there was a boy in the hufflepuff compartment 6 carriages down that hadn't. But more on that later).
A truce which started everything. Which started a year of chaos and meetings and school and war and boyfriends and books... Of Reginald Cattermoles, Amos Diggorys, James Potters, Edward Hemmingways, Ayden McKinnons, Brandon Laceys, Frank Longbottoms, Isaac Brights and Sirius Blacks.
A truce which ended up shaping the future of the wizarding world. A truce which ended, ultimately, in a flash of green light. A truce which made them very happy, before it ended their lives...
It was a truce which cumulated in a love story. A great love story, to be sure. But, like the vast majority of love stories, it wasn't a fairytale. And there wasn't a happy ending. But I'm getting ahead of myself...
About those books.