Hi there! Before you start reading, there is something that you should know - my name is not Joanne Rowling (at least, last time I checked it wasn't) and I gain no profit from posting this. That said, I know I have been fairly MIA these last few *ahem* years (and yes, I do feel guilty for my unfinished, somewhat abandoned Merlin fic), but for any readers of Decisions Made In Time - I will finish this fic one day. That day isn't today (tomorrow does not look good either), but I will complete it.

As for this fic - Enjoy!

If you were to ask any of my friends, they would probably tell you all that Lily Evans hates James Potter. It was common knowledge - just like Hogwarts is the most awesome school ever, Dumbledore is probably off his rocker or that Filch should be avoided at all costs.
Except... I didn't hate James. Not really.

I mean, he definitely has the qualities of a leader - I saw him being quite sweet and gentle with one of the first years the other day. He's also pretty intelligent and probably would end up top of the class if he didn't spend so much time messing about with Black.

And he was (dare I say it?) rather fit - as much as I pretend to loathe him, I do have eyes (in fact, many of my more creative insults had to be scrapped over the years, something I'm pretty sure he noticed).

It's just so... frustrating how he acts sometimes. He never studies, he's constantly pulling some prank or playing with that stupid snitch, and what on earth is with the hair-ruffling thing? Or hexing the Slytherins for that matter? (Can't a girl go to lunch in peace without having to duck for cover?).

And does he have to brag all the time? I mean, I get it, you come from one of wealthiest wizard families ever, you have amazingly quick reflexes, you're super hot and talented, but honestly - I don't care! Not all of us can nail spells in Transfiguration first time round - some of us actually have to work hard to turn a darn tree branch into a grandfather clock.

And if I want money, I actually have to get a job! I can't just head off to Gringotts whenever I feel like it. Nor can I use my family surname to get whatever I want.

Also, can we talk for a moment about how Potter acts around me? For some reason, Potter's gotten into his thick skull that I'm "the love of his life" and that I'm "absolutely perfect".

I just wished he would see me... for me. As Lily Evans – the girl who drinks too much tea, loves sleeping in, wears odd socks, has a secret obsession with Sherlock Holmes and a not-so-secret chocolate addiction that is somewhat concerning and always, always manages to stain a white top (thank heavens for magic).

Reality with James however, is a completely different story:

"Oi Red!" (Seriously mate - that's what you notice? My hair - probably the most noticeable part of me?!)

"What?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes. I swear they stare right into my soul…" (Aaand of course he mentions my eyes - only the second most noticeable thing about me.)

So, if I were to dye my hair brown and change my eyes to some boring shade of grey, would James Potter still notice me? Yeah... I don't think so either.

So, if you liked this - tune in. I should probably admit right now that I have no established plot in mind (I do have certain key events that will come up though), in other words, I am pretty much making this up as I go along (kinda like a real diary!). Thus, if any of you lovely readers have some headcannons, ideas ect. that you would like me to incorporate - let me know!

Don't forget to review! xx