A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction. You are welcome to read and review!
Anyway, here's the prologue, which takes place at the end of James' and Lily's sixth year.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (unfortunately) but actually it is better for the rest of the human race or it wouldn't be nearly as good as it is today.
Disclaimer: sadly, the last time I looked in the mirror, I wasn't J.K. Rowling, so I don't own HP.
Disclaimer: I'm not making an money off this fanfic, so I'm not J.K. Rowling. I should be though because it is so great. Just kidding. ;)
Yes, three disclaimers. Sorry. I just want to be safe. :)
Prologue
~JP~
As he got into bed, he thought. And thought. Then he came to a conclusion.
No more.
James Potter had had enough. He couldn't stand it any longer. He would not date anymore. Even if he saw her with guy besides himself. He loved her, and he was going to show her that. James wouldn't hex Snivellus. No more of what she hated. Pranks were an exception, of course, he couldn't let his mates down. But he would narrow the number down, definitely. He had been turned down one too many times by the one he loved and he knew his heart could not stand one more knife plunged inside to stay forever from her words. The hurt never went away.
No more. No more of what Lily Evans hated.
It hurt too much.
And with that, James Potter decided to bring out the good in himself. He would help others. He would study. He wouldn't ask Evans out anymore. He would change, but not completely. James Potter would still be James Potter.
And with that in mind, James Potter rolled over onto his side, and went to sleep.
~LE~
She sighed as she watched the common room fire flicker, its red and orange flames almost gone.
Why did he have to bother her? James Potter!
The nuisance! Potter just thought she, Lily Evans was a joke. He asked her out constantly just to annoy her. He ruffled his messy jet black hair to annoy her. He pretended he was king of the school.
And she hated him for it.
And she knew, she knew that James Potter wouldn't ever change. Not ever. Not tomorrow, when they were leaving Hogwarts to go home for the summer. Not over the summer. Not in their seventh year. Not after their seventh year.
And his recklessness would get him killed, by a Death Eater or Voldemort himself.
Because she knew that he was never careful. He was careless. And he would go out and fight the Dark Side, thinking it was a game. But she, Lily Evans, would go out and fight with smart determination and she would be careful and know that it is real life, and that she could die. James Potter thought he was unbeatable. Lily Evans knew she could die. And she was ready for that.
And she knew another thing. James didn't like her, or have a crush on her. The End.
Not at all up to your usual standard, Miss Evans. The only thing you are right about Mr. Potter is that he doesn't like you. He loves you.
Lily Evans didn't know that. Her wrong predictions were not written down on a piece of paper so she could study for the test.
She didn't take Divination, anyway.
