Hope - to wish for something with expectation of its fulfilment. We all feel it. We see it in people everyday. Hope is the one thing that keeps us going. Not love, not hate, but hope. We hope for better days to come. We hope for life to carry on. And we hope that when it comes down to the last fight, to the last moments of our life, to the moments when what we do matters the most, that we are strong enough. Strong enough to do what's right.

Sure, when it comes down to it we are only human. We can only do so much, but a part of you hopes that's enough. Nobody is perfect, but our flaws make us human. And when you lie awake at night wondering why you are here, what your purpose in life is, you hope that you can fulfil it, and that you do have a purpose. But we all do. Our destinies are written for us wither we like it or not, but our biggest challenge in life is to live it. And we can only hope that one day, one day everything will become clear. Hope.

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Lily Evans had always been quiet. Wrapped up in her text books she seemed oblivious to the world, but she wasn't. She never had any close friends. Observing her for the first time you would assume that she was unpleasant, or snobbish as she rarely spoke to people or even acknowledged them. But under closer inspection, you began to see that she was in fact polite, kind and an all around a nice person. But for some reason she never let people get close. It was like she didn't want friends or a connection with anyone on the planet, being alone was what she wanted.

Or at least that was what James Potters observations had concluded too. And since he had been watching her for six years, he was properly right.

James had been in Lily's classes at Hogwarts for six years. Not once had he spoken to her, but always admired her. They were complete polar opposites. James was loud, carefree, and was surrounded by friends. Lily was quiet, alone, and always seemed to be carrying the weight of the world. She fascinated him. Everyday at six o'clock, after dinner she would come to the library, sit at the table nearest the charms section, second seat to the left, take out her work and begin her three hour study session. Everyday at six o'clock James would follow her to the library, sit at the table directly across from her, third seat to the right, facing her and attempt to look like he was doing his own homework. After six years of this routine you would think that the two would have become acquainted, or at least acknowledge each other, but they never did. Sure James had tried to catch her attentions, even attempted a few 'hellos' but Lily would only respond with a small smile, and immediately continue with her work.

In a way it frustrated him. He wanted so much, for her to communicate with him, but she brushed off all of his advances , never in a cruel way, but brushed them to the side all the same. So James had decided, tonight, the last night of sixth year, was the night for action. He would had a conversation with her. She would acknowledge him. He become her friend.

Walking up to the table nearest the charms section, he could feel his stomach twisting with nervous. It was ridiculous, he told himself, to be feeling nervous. All he was doing was starting a conversation. But that didn't stop the nerves twisting as he lowered himself in to the seat second to the right on the opposite side of the quiet red head, who was engrossed in her work.

"Hey!" he practically shouted, earning him a scowl from the librarian and a jump from the red head.

She looked at him curiously, with slight amusement, before replying with a simple and polite " Hello".

His mind went blank. She was more beautiful up close, and his mind couldn't seem to make up a thought or a sentence. She smiled and went back to her work, and he could see no other option but to do the same.

At exactly nine o'clock, as always, she packed up her stuff and with a small smile left the second seat on the left, at the table nearest the charms section of the library.

As soon as she left the door of the library James let his head fall on to the table with a thud, earning him another scowl form the librarian.

"Ok , that did not go as planned".