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I have a date tonight. A date with James Potter! I never thought I would ever say-er think-those words but there you have it! The arrogant and prattish and gorgeous and amazing James Potter. And he wasn't even the one who asked! Gosh, my head is spinning and I feel like I might puke, but in the nervous-excited way.

Since two o'clock, since he sent his reply, I've been trying to decide what to wear. My closet is stocked full of school and Muggle clothes, but nothing for the in between. We would be going to Diagon Alley, but I couldn't wear my school robes! I rifle through my closet, throwing thing after thing onto the floor. I pull out a floral skirt, which falls about an inch above my knee. This could work...

I then come across the jersey he bought me last night, and sigh into it. No, it doesn't smell like him, but it's full of that memory. The memory of his lips on my skin, of them coming so close to my own...

I shake my head, knowing I need to focus, and keep rifling. At half passed three, I hear a knock on my door. "Lily?" calls my mom tentatively. "Are you okay? You haven't left your room all day?"

"Yeah Mom, you can come in," I reply, and she opens my door. She gasps, seeing my normally clean room look like a bomb went off.

"Lily, what have you been up to?" she laughs, not worried anymore. I sigh.

"I have a date tonight..." I start, but don't get to finish.

She interrupts and says, "Oh Lily, is it with James? Was he the one you were with on the porch last night? He was so cute!" Sometimes, I think my mom gets more excited about my dates then I do.

"Yes, it's with James," I confirm. "And no, that was Remus, he's James's good friend." Mom nods her head, and smiles largely at me.

"So, what are you going to wear?" she asks. I shrug, and motion to room in front of me.

"I like this skirt," I say, holding up the floral one. She nods approvingly. "But I don't know what to wear with it. I want to wear robes, but all I have are my school ones..."

"What about those dress ones I bought you in fifth year?" she asks.

"Mom, as I'm sure you've noticed, I've grown quite a bit since then. They won't fit..." I explain. She rolls her eyes at me.

"Lily, you're a witch. And you're of age. Use it." I'm still not use to the free reign of magic, but apparently, my mother is. Two hours later, I am wearing a pair of nicely fitting deep brown robes, with a white tank top and the floral skirt underneath. I am slipping on a pair of flats when my door bursts open.

"What happened in here?" asks Petunia snidely. Annoyance fills me too the brim.

I snap back, "Can you knock?" She just threw a dirty look at me.

"So, Mom says your going out with some boy?" I just grunt in response. "Is he a wizard?" Again, only a grunt. "Lily, you need to speak with me in more then just barbaric noises.

"Yes, Petunia, I'm going out with 'some boy' and yes, he is a wizard. Happy?" She doesn't say anything for a few minutes. I'm about to explode at her when she finally speaks.

"You know, I probably have someone I can set you up with." For a moment, I think maybe this isn't my sister. I think maybe Alice took some Poly-Juice Potion and it playing a prank on me.

"And why would you do that?" I ask, knowing she would never willingly do something kind or nice to me.

"Lily, your my sister. I want you to be happy, and that's not going to happen with someone.. like you. If you end up with someone... that's not freaky or whatever, you could maybe give up magic. You could give up magic and be my sister again." I knew there was something in it for Petunia. There always was with her.

"So, you'd rather me be miserable with someone I don't like, then be with a wizard?" I spit out. She looks taken aback, like she was expecting I would throw my arms around her when I heard the offer.

"Lily, we would be a family again," she says, trying to grab my hands.

"No!" I shout. "Get out!" It was usually me begging with Petunia, me trying to get her forgiveness, but not this time. No, this time she went to far.

She stands up, without a word, and flounces out again, like the conversation never happened. My blood is boiling and my fingers are clenched together in a fist.

I stare at the clock, a quarter passed five, and can't wait for James to come. I know he will make me laugh and forget everything that happened, and I just can't wait. James is the one good thing in my life right now. What, with Petunia being herself, and Alice keeping secrets, James is the person who makes me happy.

I lay down on my bed, and close my eyes. Dozing off, I start to dream about being with James. I think about going on dates with him, and holding his hand. Everything he did before hasn't been forgotten, but it's been forgiven.

I jolt awake, and look at the clock. It's seven now! I rush around my room, grabbing my bag and slipping on my shoes (which have fallen off). I sit, perched on my bed, and wait. After five minutes, I realize he's probably just late, and decide to write a letter to take my mind off things.

Dear Alice,

You're not going to believe this, but tonight I am going to go on a date with James Potter! I know what your thinking, I finally have gone insane, but he's changed. I've had feelings for him the last year, but they've obviously been hidden very, very deep. Just thought I'd let you know, before someone else told me. Anything interesting happen to you lately that you'd like to tell me? Or even something that happened awhile ago which you forgot to mention?

With Love,

Lily Evans

After I'm finished, I clean off my quill and put it away with my ink. I then go over to Donovan's cage, to give him the letter. I look around, and realize he's not there. Probably got lost, that stupid bird. Whatever, I'll just send it when he gets back, he always does.

The clock now says half passed seven. He's probably just running late or got the time wrong. He's coming. I keep telling myself that, and slowly the clock turns to eight. I decide I can't wait upstairs any longer, because I might drive myself crazy. After I arrive downstairs, I walk into the living room, which is thankfully empty. I try to take my mind off things by watching the telly for a little bit, but it doesn't work.

At half passed eight, my mother comes in.

"Sweety, when is James getting here?" she asks, and I give her a weak smile.

"He should be here any minute. I think he's just running late." Her smile returns and she claps her hands a bit. She sits down next to me, and we watch the telly for another hour. All I can do is think of James, how maybe he's lost or maimed or something. I mean, where else would he be?

"Are you sure he said tonight?" Mom asks. I nod, but don't take my eyes of the television. They are slowly filling with tears. Mom walks out of the room, and I hear her conversing with Dad, though I don't know exactly what they are saying. Petunia walks by the room, looks at me, and walks away. I have a feeling she thinks I'm some pathetic loser who got stood up. But I'm not, because James is coming.

Once ten hits, Mom comes back in the room. She kneels next to me, grabs my hands, and says, "Lily, I don't think James is coming. Maybe we should get you some dinner." I shake my head no. "Lily, please, sweety, maybe something happened. But you need to come eat something." Mom continues to try to convince me for a few more minutes before the tears start falling.

"Oh darling..."

"No!" I cry, before darting off the couch and sprinting up to my room. Once I get there, I shove my shoes and bury my face in my bed. The little mascara and eyeliner I'm wearing is running down my face, and the elegant bun I had wrapped my hair in falling out, curls springing in all directions. I don't know when I fall asleep, but it is somewhere in between the hysterics. Dried tears are etched onto my face.

The red glow of my alarm clock reads 2:01 when I hear a bump at my window. I jolt up from my bed, now under the covers with my robes off, only wearing the skirt and tank top. Sometime throughout the night, Mom must have come in and helped me into bed.

I hear another bump, and unwrap myself from the covers. Shit, where is my wand? It was in my robes. I frantically look around my room, before realizing Mom must have taken them to the wash. Holy fucking bloody hell. There is a Death Eater or Voldemort or someone outside my door and I have no protection. I grab a hairbrush from my dresser table and hold is like a baseball bat. My window slides open and my breathing becomes heavier.

I did this to my family, I killed them! If I wasn't a witch, they wouldn't have to die. A black head of hair pops through my window, followed by a pair of glasses, and a very fit Quidditch body.

"God Lily, your window is high," he gasps, before vaulting himself through.

"Fuck James, you scared the shit out of me!" I whisper, not wanting to wake anyone else up. I take him in, his bruised face and cut body. The night floods back to me, and I can't help but let out a sob. The fright momentarily distracted me, but now everything was back. And my heart couldn't help but feel anything but broken.

In just three strides, James is across the room and holding me tight. For everything that he has done to me, I should shove him off. But seeing how beaten up he is, I know it can't be his fault. He must have gotten attacked by someone to look that horrible. I cry into his chest for a few minutes.

"I owe you an explanation."


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