James Potter was disgusted with himself.
Pure, innocent, sweet Lily had just been called the worst name in the history of the wizarding world, had just dealt with that disgusting swine that she called in the past a friend outside of the portrait, and was now sobbing on his- James'- shoulder.
The thing that made him feel sick was that he could not do anything about it, so he decided to do the next best thing and hold her tightly in his arms.
He looked away from her and held her close, afraid that if he saw her like this he would break like she did. This wasn't typical Lily behaviour.
She was usually fascinated by almost everything she saw, and no matter how many times she saw it before, she would always find something new and exciting about it, no matter how dull it may be to others. Lily make things exciting, fun, different. She was always the one to try her hardest and brought joy into everyone she met.
This wasn't Lily. Lily wouldn't have any doubts. Lily wouldn't even looked fazed when someone made a statement towards her. Lily would be filled with adventure, breaking rules right along with The Marauders, even if it wasn't originally planned, because unlike James, she didn't have to go looking for trouble, it found her. Lily would stand up to James because he was being a twat and he knew it, Lily looking perfect even when she had no makeup on and forgot to do her hair. Lily who tried to pull all nighters only to have James find her at two in the morning cuddled up with her cat and a blanket on the loveseat. Lily who always smiled, even at James and Sirius, when her name was called.
Lily who saw the world as a good place for an adventure with a gleam in her eyes, especially when she had detention with James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Snivellus in the forbidden forest. The animals and centaurs loved her, they loved her, everybody who talked to her loved her, and every guy who saw her was crazy about her.
But now, that gleam was gone, hidden by silent tears.
"Lily, I'm sorry," he whispered, looking into her eyes.
She had a small sad smile across her face, eyes looking into his, and only speaking three words to him, she responded with, "I'm okay, Potter," before she gave him a peck on the lips once, cheek once, and embraced him yet again.
Maybe it was okay to see Lily cry, and also maybe it wasn't, but because Lily Evans and James Potter had been friends every day after, even when they did start fighting a war children never should, even when they fell in love, they were okay.
Not good, not great.
But okay.
(A/N) *Defective party popper noise* Woo!
