Disclaimer: Honestly, do you think I'd be writing a fic if I were J.K Rowling, the owner of the wonderful HP world? The answer is no. I'd be writing a book. Therefore, I do not own HP and the canon character featured, though I do own the OCs and the personalities for some of the canon characters (like Marley and Mary).


Author's Note: Hello, hello! God, you guys have no idea how much fun I'm having while I write this! You see, I've read quite a lot of wonderful Jily fanfics, but none of them were just right, you know? And I have

so many ideas for them and for the other characters! God, I'm excited.

Anywho, this part next is ACTUALLY RELEVANT, SO PLEASE READ: this is going to be a rather long fanfic, for I truly want to take you through the story of James and Lily without making it look too cold and rushed – though yes, there shall be a few timeskips. Also, I plan on actually EXPLAINING why Peter betrayed his friends (yes, it had something to do with a girl. So sue me!).


Previously on The Girl With the Emerald Eyes:

She had her wand pointed directly at James' head when the compartment door flew open again and she dropped her wand – Horace Slughorn, their Potions Professor was looking at the scene with wide eyes. While the three girls tried to explain what had happened and excuse themselves to the older man, James Potter just sat there; his mouth open and his eyes focused on Evans.

That was the day that James Potter fell in love all over again.


Chapter Three

"Of Pots and Kettles"

You might think that this is a simple tale of how the guy convinced the girl to love him back, but I can assure you, it is not. This is a tale of how two people grew up and realized that their flaws were nothing compared to their virtues – of how love is knowing when to say you're sorry, and doing it often. A tale of tragedy, indeed, but also of people who loved each other until they drew their final breaths; after taking about seven years to fall into each others' arms. But, unfortunately for you and I, they were still pretty far away from the whole 'falling into each others' arms' part when they were brought back to their beloved school for their seventh and final year.

The black haired boy and the red-headed girl sat in the Headmaster's office, merely an hour after arriving at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and though they both knew that they were in trouble, the thoughts running through their minds were not ones of concern.

On the right, you had James Kenneth Potter; Head Boy, Quidditch Captain, womanizer, second-best in his class and the cause of about 99% of all trouble and pranks at Hogwarts. James was hopelessly in love with the girl sitting next to him. It was not like he thought she loved him back – he knew she didn't, but by Merlin, was she beautiful. They had sat side by side for almost 30 minutes and he just could take his eyes off her, taking in every detail of her appearance and noticing every change that had occurred on her face during the summer. Her silky dark red hair was finally curly again (after having been straight since their second year when one of James' jinxes had gone a tad bit wrong), her eyes was still as green as ever – looking like two large emeralds that lit up her face and showed her every emotion to the outside world. Her lips seemed different, sexier, as if they had filled up a bit during the summer, leaving her with an ever-so-soft perpetual pout.

But the thing that impressed James the most was, not the various details of her pale face, but the whole picture, so to say. Over the past few weeks, Lily's face had grown more beautiful and if James did not know that she wanted to kill him, he would have gladly asked her out again. He decided that he would be better off if he kept quiet.

On the left, you had Lily Sophia Evans; Head Girl, book-worm, lover of rules, best in her class and the reason why 99% of the time, the trouble that James Potter caused did not severely harm anyone. Unlike James, Lily was not in love with the boy sitting next to her. In fact, she really did loathe him at the time – with his stupid black hair that looked as if he had just gotten off of his goddamned broom and his stupid eyes hazel eyes that looked so stupidly stupid (and sexy) in his angular face. Even though Lily wanted nothing but to torture the Quidditch Captain, the red-head couldn't help it but to notice that he looked much different than he did the previous year; his back was wider, his voice (though she had only heard it twice this school year) was deeper and huskier and his muscles were more defined. Sometimes, if she forgot about who was the owner of that body, Lily could see why women would find him attractive – James Potter was absolutely gorgeous, a gift from God really, though she would appreciate it if he didn't act like he knew that 24/7.

"This is all your fault."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is, Potter! It's your fault I'm getting my first detention!"

"What did I do? You're the one who cursed three people!"

"You became Head Boy. That's what you did."

"Well, fuck you too, then."

"Prat."

"Bitch."

"Manwhore."

"Virgin."

Lily gasped at his final comeback, her eyes wide open and her hands threatening to lift themselves from her lap and strangle him. So what if Lily was a virgin? What was the bloody problem?! She wouldn't go and shag someone just for the fun of it – she respected herself too much for that. When she found someone that she actually cared about and loved then yes, she would have sex. Until then, she had absolutely no problem with staying a virgin, and no one, especially James Potter, had a right to judge her for something that had to do with her, and her alone!

She was about to speak when the door behind them opened and a tall, elderly man with half moon spectacles on his face and an amused look came in. Lily knew better than to shout a torrent of abuse at the boy sitting next to her with the Headmaster in the room, so she just stayed quiet and started tugging on the skin around her nails.

Professor Dumbledore sat down on the chair behind his desk and, for a few minutes, he stayed quiet as he watched the Head Boy and Girl wait for his lecture; Lily's face filled with shame and James' filled with a dreamy look that Dumbledore had to assume came from sitting so close to the red-head.

"Miss Evans, may I ask you why you decided to curse Mr. Potter's friends?" Lily held her breath as the elderly man spoke, but she soon began breathing again as she noticed his eyes – they were not cold or upset, they were sparkling with something that Lily couldn't really put her finger on.

"I… I was just upset at Potter, Professor, and the boys got in the way. I was so angry that… well…" The red-head just sighed and bit down on her bottom lip, not knowing how to explain herself without bursting into tears or killing James.

"Well," Dumbledore mumbled, waving his hand gently in the air. "You two must get along. I chose you both for good reasons, and if you gave each other a chance, you could be wonderful Heads. I have yet to regret any of my choices when it comes to Prefects and Heads since I became Headmaster, and I'm sure that you two will not let me down. Give yourselves some credit, for you both deserve it. Now, onto the sleeping arrangements…"

As the Headmaster went on about the small quarters that the Heads would share – a two bedroom flat with a shared common room and bathroom, the hearts of two people in the room started beating faster. And while James Potter felt like jumping up and down, Lily Evans felt like throwing up.


Lily stepped into her new home and froze as she looked at the Common Room. It shared some similarities with the Gryffindor Common room, and their House's colours were present, but it looked more like the living room of a home than a common room for two students. It was huge, and one of the walls was covered with shelves and books - something which Lily loved. There was a large fireplace in the middle of the room and two armchairs facing it, and on the left corner of the room sat a beautiful black piano - which Lily knew wasn't for her, seeing as she could only play the simplest songs known to mankind. It was probably for Potter, and Lily was surprised that he knew how to play something as delicate and wonderful as a piano.

The red-head walked up the stairs and opened the door on the right; a gasp escaped her lips. It was the most beautiful bedroom she had ever seen. The walls were painted with a light-golden colour, and the king-size bed had white and red sheets with hints of golden here and there. There was a large window on the left of the room and a fireplace as well. A wonderful wooden desk sat on the right of the room, next to a large wardrobe.

As Lily set her trunk on the bed and started unpacking, she realized that her copy of "Hogwarts: A History" was gone and she frowned. People had a terrible habit of borrowing her books without asking, but since they always returned them, Lily ignored it.

She really shouldn't have, because maybe if she had gone looking for her book, the events that took place two weeks later would have been prevented.

The girl was half-way through unpacking when she heard noise coming from downstairs and took a deep breath - walking down the stairs to face her new "flat-mate". She would have to face Potter again; the arrogant, judgemental, stupid prat.

She wondered why he bothered her so much; she could just ignore him and move on, right? No, she really couldn't, for something about those eyes and that hair just drove her insane and made her want to just kill him. The way he spoke to her was so absolutely infuriating – the hidden amusement she could hear as his stupid words left his stupid mouth.

Lily stopped as she was about to reach the last step of the stairs, realizing something that made her feel not only guilty, but like a bitch too. James' mother had died. She remembered Marley telling her that a few weeks ago and now she was beginning to see how harsh she had been on the bloke, when he had done nothing to deserve it. As she took a deep breath, Lily realized how big of a hypocrite she had been towards the Quidditch Captain – she called him names and kept her distance when, in all reality, she did not truly know him. And right now, she felt such compassion for James that she mumbled; lifting a hand and rubbing her forehead slowly. "I'm the pot, he's the kettle, I'm calling him black and this needs to stop before we kill each other."

"Evans? Is that you?" Lily heard James' voice call out to her from the common room and sighed as she quickly made her way towards him, her heart beating faster as she decided something in her mind: she was going to stop judging Potter for his past actions and start to get to know him.

And that was when Lily Sophia Evans decided to give James Kenneth Potter his first second chance.

Because believe me, the trouble didn't stop there.


Next time on The Girl With The Emerald Eyes:

She hurried back to the Head dorm; tears falling down her cheeks as she mentally cursed herself for even bothering to say a word to him. Why did she go and get hurt again, when there was nothing else she could do?

Lily walked through the portrait hole and a piercing scream was heard.

Nope. She hadn't just seen that. Nope, no, not a chance.


Author's Note: Oooooh, that was a long chapter for me! I'm proud of myself!

I wanted to apologize for the lack of dialogue and the disappearance of the Marauders and Lily's friends, but I figured that this chapter was too important to be left out. I promise that you will see lots of conversations and new characters on the next chapter!

Thank you for reading and please review! Reviews are yummy.