A/N: All rights to JKR.

Baby, what I mean
Is that I love you more than any I've seen.
If you can't tell I'm quite keen on it
Like a rhyme loves a sonnet,
Like a movie loves a screen
That's what I want to mean to you.
-Movie Loves a Screen (April Smith and the Great Picture Show)

There is a photograph of the two of them, taken in their last year. It's a little blurry, and a lot sweet and it's their favorite picture.

James entwined Lily's fingers with his own as they walked. She smiled and swung their joined hands. He laughed at her.

"You're such a child sometimes." He teased, glancing at her from the corners of his eyes.

"You're really one to talk, O mighty master of mischief and maraudery."

"Clever."

"I thought so." She fought to keep a smile locked away.

"But I don't think 'maraudery' is a word." Said he, brow furrowed and eyes glittering. Lily scoffed and brushed the hair out of her eyes.

"Of course it's a word. I say it's a word."

"You'd be wrong."

"I am never wrong, Mister Potter."

"Arrogance killed the cat, Miss Evans." Lily giggled and James turned toward her with a question on his face.

"Curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, not arrogance."

"You and your Muggle phrases. Can't you just accept the way I speak without correcting it? What kind of girlfriend are you?"

"Oh, you poor thing." She drawled "How will your pride survive?"

"A kiss might make me feel better." He said, tapping his mouth with a grin. She rolled her eyes and reached up to peck his cheek, laughing at his affronted expression. He turned her so they were facing each other. "Oi, Evans! That could hardly be called a kiss."

James rests his forehead on Lily's and they are so close to kissing—a little push is all they would need. But they're not, they're just looking at each other and laughing and delighting in each other. The love between them is so tangible, you can feel it even through the lens of the camera.

"Would you like a proper one?" She says, and he kisses the end of her nose.

"Probably. But you're quite beautiful from this angle. I don't want to ruin it just yet." He comments softly, his brown eyes locked with her green ones.

"You're a pretty boy yourself." She replies. "I like this view."

Lily has one hand on James' shoulder, the other mussing up his hair. He has both arms around her waist, holding her close to him. If you're lucky, you can see James bring one finger up to stroke her nose. If you watch, you can see Lily bring a hand up to cradle his cheek.

"You never did like it when my hair stood up." Comments he, smiling wryly. She rolls her eyes and sighs slightly.

"Don't make me hex you, Potter." She tries to make her voice threatening, but it doesn't work. He laughs a tiny bit. "I will, you know I will!"

"Don't, don't, don't." He shushes her, loving the way her hand feels on her cheek. "Don't spoil the moment for me with threats."

When he looks at her like that, with all that love, she is overwhelmed. "Okay." She says, loving the way his hands feel on her waist, like they're meant to be there.

The autumn trees all around are blooming and the Lake is quiet and glassy. They are the only two in the picture. Fitting, since they were the only two in each other's lives. Lily seems to know this, it's set in the way she angles herself. James seems to understand this, he is completely caught up in her.

"Unless those threats include snogging." He will amend, grinning at her mildly disapproved look. She won't be able hold the façade very long and she'll beam. He has that effect on her.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"To snog you? Very much."

"Then what's stopping you?" She'll wonder aloud, her heart racing and her cheeks a little flushed.

"Only the fact that your mouth was in use." And he will bend down and kiss her.

It's sad, really, the ashes of this picture buried in a ruined house. The promises and the emotions and the personalities, gone from here forever. Even the imprints of the souls, as pictures are fancied to be, were burned from this life.

She'll break away and her lips will already be a little swollen. "I should go study." She'll say, a little out of breath. He'll catch her arm and tug her back.

"You're not getting away that easy." He'll warn her and sling his arm around her shoulders. "I've got to protect you."

"I can handle myself, thank you very much."

"That might be true. But then, who will protect me?"

She'll glare at him with eyebrows raised. "You do have a wand, James. And you do go to a magic school. It's safe to say you can protect yourself. But I'll do the honors if we come across any scary-wary Sytherins."

"Then allow me the honor of escorting you back to the Common Room." He'll say and he'll bow extravagantly. She'll laugh at his antics, but walk with him and enjoy the company as she goes.

"You're not such a bad girlfriend, you know." He'll smile, arriving at their destination. She'll duck under his arm and give him a wink and a kiss in gratitude.

"I know. You're not so bad yourself." And she'll skip up to her room. He'll collapse on a chair, chuckling and wishing she stayed down with him. But there was always later.

A/N: I know that I switched verb tenses thrice, and that was on purpose. In case it was unclear, past is before the picture is taken, present is during and future is... the future. I think I pulled it off. Not sure, though.