Guilty Love – by xxNEESHxx ADOPTED BY froga10t

Lily hates James. She always has, and she always will. But what happens when James is seriously sick and it's Lily's fault?

Disclaimer: should be obvious, I mean, it is a disclaimer, but whatever. I'm only saying this once, so pay attention. I.DO.NOT.OWN.HARRY.POTTER.OR.ANYTHING.ASSOSSIATED.WITH.IT.

Guys, this is my first fan fiction so please be nice. I don't mind constructive criticism (I actually welcome it) but no unnecessary flames, okay? Coolness

froga10t: Heya, First 7 chappie's by xxNEESHxx but from there onwards is mine, okies?

Guilty love

Chapter 1 – reasons to flee

It was early morning, around 6:00 or so, when Lily Evans finally gave up trying to sleep and headed down into the Gryffindor common room. As usual, it was warm; the fire was lit and the windows were closed. Lily sat down in one of the armchairs by the fire and stared into the flickering flames. Someone near her coughed discreetly, and it was only then that she realised she wasn't alone in the room.

She looked up, only to groan and roll her eyes. It was just her luck that out of all the people who could be awake this early on a Saturday morning, it had to be the one person she hated more than anything.

James Potter.

She had to admit, he wasn't bad looking. In fact, he was very handsome, with his cheeky grin, perfect body and messy hair. But he was also the most arrogant git she had ever met. Including his best friend, Sirius Black. And that was saying something. But aside from his arrogance, he was also an incessant prankster, constantly disrupting both lessons and breaks with (although she would never say it out loud) hilarious pranks and witty comebacks. But even that wasn't the most annoying thing about him. No, the most annoying thing was that he constantly asked her out, never taking no for an answer and randomly appearing where she was trying to eat, or relax, or study, and asking her out.

She glanced at him, and saw that he was looking at her oddly, and she gave a sheepish sort of grin as she suddenly realised that in her annoyance she had been glaring at the fire and clenching her fists. At the sight of her smile, however, the strange look disappeared from her face and he grinned back, his smile so radiant that she couldn't help but talk to him.

"Sorry about that James. I was.." But she didn't get to finish her sentence, as he started jumping up and down, a huge smile on his face. She raised an eyebrow at him, and he composed himself as he explained.

"You called me James. Not Potter, James. That means that my Lily has finally come to her senses and understood that she must date me, we are destined to be together."

Lily heard a noise, and turned round to see James's no! No! Potter's friends, Sirius Black and
Remus Lupin, standing at the top of the stairs to the boys' dormitory, chuckling at the antics of their friend.

A second later, their other friend, Peter Pettigrew, joined them, and asked what was going on, and what had woken them up. In answer, Lupin silently pointed at the still talking James, who stopped when he caught sight of his friends and waved. They waved back, amused at how happy he was. He then turned to Lily, and she got a bad feeling that she knew what he was going to say, and cut him off before he had the chance.

"No Potter," she said, emphasising his last name, "I will not go out with you. Leave me alone."

"Why not?" whined James, all happiness gone from his face.

"Because I don't fancy you, you are an annoying, immature prat, you bully people, and I hate you." He shook his head, and she continued. "Yes Potter, I hate you. I wouldn't date you if you were the last man on Earth! I…" She was cut off again, but this time he didn't speak, just span round and fled out of the room, grabbing something off the couch as he went.

"Prongs!" Sirius shouted, and ran after him. "Prongs, mate! Come back!"

Lily, slightly confused by this, turned to James's other friends for an explanation, only to see, to her surprise, that they both had hostile look on their faces.

"What?" She asked. Lupin glowered at her.

"Why did you do that?" he asked her.

"I.." she was cut off again. Man, that was really starting to bug her.

"Why did you have to break his heart? You could have just stopped at 'no', but you kept going, why?" he asked again, his voice rising.

"I was just stating the facts! He'll get over it." She turned away as a dismissal, only to stop as Peter's voice reached her ears.

"He loves you." She turned around slowly

"What did you say?"

"He said James bloody loves you. Lupin cut in, and his normally soft voice was so harsh that Lily flinched. He loves you, and he always has." He continued, getting louder as he spoke. The conversation was starting to draw an audience, but Lupin kept going regardless.

"He's loved you since first year, and he's told you, and you've rejected him, and now, you've broken his heart. And yes, I do know that, even though I haven't spoken to him. You want to know how?" he kept shouting, ignoring lily's attempts to quiet him. "He was crying! In 7 years I haven't seen him cry, not when he broke both his legs, not ever. And you did it. You broke his heart and made him cry. I hope your happy, you… you..."

He broke off as the portrait hole opened, and Sirius came through, running over to them.

"I cant find him," he said, panting. "Must have taken the cloak. I'm going to get the map, find him on that." He ran to the 7th Year boys' dormitory, throwing Lily a look of pure hatred as he did so. He reappeared a moment later with a piece of parchment in his hand, and threw it on the table in front of the rest of the Marauders, all of whom poured over it, searching for their lost friend.

At that moment, Lily's own friends came forward, and pulled her silently to the chairs by the fire. Once they were seated, they turned again to look. The three boys were still looking at the map, their expressions becoming mote frantic as they failed to find him. Lupin frowned, than brightened, and said suddenly

"Maybe he's in the room!" Sirius and Peter jumped up and followed him as they ran out of the room, Sirius holding onto the map as though his life depended on it.

"The onlookers turned to each other in puzzlement.

"What room?", they asked.