How does Lily discover her buried feelings for James Potter? Picks up from James's and Lily's 5th year, shortly after Lily ends her friendship with Snape.

In the aftermath of the triple sacrifice, Scott's pack is forced to deal with the repercussions of coming back from the dead. In addition to their internal issues, Beacon Hills has truly become a beacon once more, drawing enemies from the woodwork that the pack had never suspected to encounter…(3b continuation fic, multiple pairings)**Complete**

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.

She was dramatic. He was dynamic. She was precise. He was impulsive. He was James, and she was Lily, and one day they shared a kiss, but before that they shared many arguments, for he was cocky, and she was sweet, and matters of the heart require time.

Darn those bloody Quidditch robes. For all Lily Evans cared, Quidditch could be chucked into the next century. In fact, the stupid sport should just be outlawed all together. Come to think of it, so should the game of Truth or Dare. LJ 7th year.

Enemies James Potter and Lily Evans' hands are stuck together by James' fellow Marauders...mainly Sirius's idea. Read the story of how they discover love is the heart of acceptance and hate is the heart of denial. Includes nifflers and Marauder fun.